The day my parents were forced to sell their house and rent out their own basement, I had asked Appa why life was so unfair. He had said in the calmest of ways, “Because the greater the divide, the stronger the rule, chellam.” Then he kissed my cheek and said, “This won’t be for long.” He could’ve just said it was because we came here broke, and we will probably die here broke, and that would’ve made more sense to me.
