Legacy

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Yes, I thought, you are in love. I smiled and told them how happy I was for them. I told them I knew they were in love the moment I saw them. I told them love would find a way. And I thought of how I adored Babur, my youngest, my baby. Of my three boys, he looked most like his father. But of them all, he was most like me. He was not pragmatic or cunning or purposeful. A deeper motivation drove him. He was driven by love. He did not care that the medieval engines of family and language and culture arrayed against him. He did not consider the consequences. His irrational commitment to a mysterious obsession made perfect sense to him. He was my legacy.

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