Her Love, My Transaction

ed my road to becoming an architect,

d by a devastating call: Maya, my kid sist

nomical, an impossible weigh

offered a desperate lifeline: a "fav

rity; it was

s, my very self, tra

nal assistant – her shadow, he

capricious whim, her tantrums, and her casual, deh

sked; she s

rapped,

estering resentment, a cold, hard

s, melted like ash, ye

prints and ambition, become this hollow p

his soulless transaction, my ve

cating, the injustice a c

mption, or could I ever

hifted my universe: M

the years of festering rage, the profound self-disgust, and

being her

ing his life back,