“Unveiling Resilience: How Monika Dutt’s ‘My Rock’ Transforms Heartbreak into Strength”
“Oh chota. Chota,” I say. A variation for little in Bengali. You are always my little, even now, when you have reached 5’3”, looking over my 5’1” head.
I try to stay stalwart, try to encourage you, try to snap you out of it. I remember thinking I could do the same with my mother, when her voice was expressionless and she sat on the couch for hours, watching Oprah, not moving. Not understanding depression then, I thought I just needed to find the key to turn the lock, the right words that would make her eyes light up and her body jump off the couch.
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