Suji’s mother lifted her gently from the woven mat. The baby’s fists fumbled at sunlight falling on their palms. Her mother hummed a lullaby shaped by generations: no musician’s virtuosity, only the steady pulse of a voice that knew how to anchor small lives. She dressed Suji in a baju kebaya—delicate cotton patterned with tiny flowers, the sleeve trimmed with lace that fluttered like moth wings when Suji kicked. The kebaya was modest, stitched long before Suji’s birth by a neighbor with trembling hands and nimble fingers, each seam a promise.
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Suji’s mother lifted her gently from the woven mat. The baby’s fists fumbled at sunlight falling on their palms. Her mother hummed a lullaby shaped by generations: no musician’s virtuosity, only the steady pulse of a voice that knew how to anchor small lives. She dressed Suji in a baju kebaya—delicate cotton patterned with tiny flowers, the sleeve trimmed with lace that fluttered like moth wings when Suji kicked. The kebaya was modest, stitched long before Suji’s birth by a neighbor with trembling hands and nimble fingers, each seam a promise.