In this personal essay, Ms. contributor Suhasini Yeeda shares her reflections on the house she grew up in.
She writes, “By the time I was gifted the back room, there were neither parties nor full houses. It was just my mom and me and the silence about our shared history spent in my father’s house before his passing. There was everything that came after this loss. Before and after, there was the roof.”
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