Our mother had put up an elaborate feast that I knew we could not afford and I had been helping her for days to decorate the house and have it ready. One look at Bhai told me that he already belonged to the city and his visit would be as uncomfortable as the suit he wore.
That was when I decided that it was up to me to look after the farm and my aging parents. It would be against tradition but there was no other choice.
*Bhai is elder brother in Urdu
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