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Every morning, before the sun stretched its first golden fingers across the fields, Amma would step out with a wooden bucket, a handful of seeds, and a heart full of hope. She whispered to each seed, “Grow strong, grow kind, and remember the love that planted you.” The villagers laughed at the notion of talking to soil, yet they could not deny the magic that bloomed from Amma’s garden.