Our househelp took a break from mopping the floor to have a cup of tea. While she stood with her cup near the kitchen door, Prabir rushed to his room. He emerged with a little stool and kept it near her, asking her to sit.
Sitting at the dining table, sipping my coffee and simply taking in what just happened, I smiled as my eyes welled up. There's something somewhere I did do right as his mother.