Today while I serve dinner, I suddenly put my spoon down and say: “I miss my Ammi.”

Minal, hiked up on her stool, chirps: “I miss my Nana.”

What do you miss about your Nana?”

There’s a pause. “I miss seeing him in the morning and how he asked me for a hug every morning.” Another pause. “I also miss how he always used to try to make me try his naashta.”