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October, 2024 — Nine Months Old
It happened on a Tuesday, the way most important things do — quietly, without announcement. Ivaan had been eyeing the sofa for weeks. Papa had joked that he was planning something.
He was. On a crisp October morning, Ivaan reached out, grabbed the cushion with both fists, and pulled himself up. He wobbled. He steadied. He stood.
Two hundred kilometres away, Dadi watched the video four times. Then she called — crying and laughing at once, the way grandmothers do when they are too full of love for just one feeling.