Thank you, Amma. Thank you for everything you have done for me, and everything that you continue to do. At the end of it, beneath the layers of grief and hate and anger, there is deep love, and most importantly, deep need for you. Everything else stems from there only. But I can see you trying. To fix past wrongs. Putting up with my behaviour, some of which can be described as nothing but psychotic. But sitting here now, I love you very much. And for this one moment, anger and hate forgotten, I can be unabashedly thankful to you. For giving me life, for helping me through it. This moment… is pure.