The mother has made 20 rotis (flatbreads). Everyone eats 2. That leaves 14. She is confused. Then she realizes: The father ate 3 (“It was small”). The grandmother ate 1 (“I am dieting”). The son fed 2 to the street dog (“He looked hungry, Maa”). And the daughter stored 4 in her room “for late-night study.” The mother sighs, but she smiles. Because in her mind, a house with leftover roti is a house of abundance. A house where everyone counts roti is a house where everyone is alive.