“Unveiling Resilience: How Monika Dutt’s ‘My Rock’ Transforms Heartbreak into Strength”
“No Kail. No. You have not. I just — I just need to figure out how to pick you up. It’s rush hour.”
“You will come get me though?” Such hope in your voice. Such relief. All you want is to leave that place.
“Yes chota, I will come and get you.”
My life is inexorably intertwined with you, this tiny human, hundreds of kilometres away.
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I call Sheena, who agrees to pick you up so I can leave after Toronto traffic eases. I cancel the bike ride. I rearrange my next day’s schedule so I can drive back to Hamilton in the morning. I move life pieces around to accommodate you and your cough, you and your homesickness.
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