AaryaI smiled as I gazed at the photo of my family. The image of happiness was captured in a single frame. Xander had carefully placed it among the collection of remarkable moments we had experienced. My parents were holding hands in the picture, their eyes filled with adoration as they looked at Amit, Atul, and me. It was taken on a relaxing family day right before I departed for America.A tear trickled down my cheek, and I gently traced the contours of their faces in the photo. “Maa, Baba, Aap nana, nani banne wale hai. Aur Bhai, aap log mama banne wale ho,” I whispered, feeling the weight of their absence. (Mother, father, you’re going to be grandpa and grandma. And brothers, you’re going to be uncles.)Fond memories of my family flooded my mind, and I chuckled sadly at the thought of their excitement had they been alive to share at this moment. “I hope I can be as excellent a parent as you were,” I whispered, seeking their blessings and strength for the journey ahead.I turned ar
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