Aarav had always believed that presence was enough.
He showed up. He packed lunches, checked homework, attended school meetings, remembered birthdays. He learned how to braid hair from online videos and how to cook food that children would actually eat. He knew Siya’s preferences with an attentiveness that bordered on precision—how she liked her milk warm but not hot, how she refused shoes with stiff soles, how she needed the light in the hallway left on at night.
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