My father looks over my shoulder at my bridge sketches and asks when I'll finish my MA, his voice mixing pride with a quiet worry about my future. This old laptop heats up so much it could warm our evening tea, and I see his face fall when it stutters—a silent pressure between us. But then he hums his ka jingrwai, and for a moment, the deadlines feel like just another stone to be carefully placed.
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