Bones get whisper-thin, heart flutters like a startled bird, and the bladder turns traitor—that's the medical chart, ha. But in my mother's house, we don't *shong* and discuss 'dryness' or night sweats; we just sip tea quieter. My own laptop fan screams like a banshee, and I ignore it the same way, writing stories about the fish-seller auntie's strong hands while my own joints creak. The real change is learning to hold the worry inside, a private monsoon.
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