It was Thanksgiving morning. The house was peaceful, Georgia was sleeping, and I was in the kitchen baking pumpkin pie while Daya sat at the island. We started talking about our families, our holiday traditions, and the things that shaped us. In that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. I realized that family can be chosen, and that it can show up in your life in ways you never expected. And it made me realize how much we want our daughters to learn from her—her kindness, her patience, her joy. She shares her culture and traditions in a way that broadens our own, making our holidays and everyday moments feel richer and more connected.