With all this talk about blood tests that see decades ahead, I keep thinking of Avoi-āche. Every monsoon, her stories get more tangled, like the mangrove roots behind our house. When she forgot where she hid her rosary, she cried for an hour. What good is knowing, if there's no medicine yet? I'll just take the bus to visit her more often.
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