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The air in the bedroom was thick with the scent of lavender laundry detergent and the underlying, bittersweet hum of a looming goodbye. Usually, packing for a trip felt like an adventure, but as I tucked my favorite oversized t-shirts and shirts into the suitcase, my heart felt heavy. Ajji was a godsend, moving around the room with a quiet grace, her presence the only thing keeping my nerves from fraying completely.
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