The Secrets of Blood doesn’t make family love does

I was born in a working upper-middle-class family in New Delhi, India in April 2005. My name is Garv Malik, my name means pride/proud, my parents were proud of me the moment I was born, and such are the Punjabi family emotions I feel. Both my parents are single children and they decided to keep the tradition with me. Having been born in an upper-middle-class family and working parents, We have been blessed with having a lot of help to do the household chores and help to drive us around. As my parents went to work each day I had my masi( Suku masi) to take care of me, "Masi" is what we call our mom's sister in Hindi, which is my mother tongue. "MA- SI" is two words MA(mom) Si(Like). Just like mom, and the name did complete justice to my masi in question. Mom told me that she has been with us since she, that is my mom was in 12th grade, and it confused me when I was younger, like where was she before that, I mean she is a part of the family right. Masi cooked my favourite dishes, stayed up with me when I was unwell and played with me. It was later in my life when my friends came over to my house that I realised, my masi is what they called a "maid", Felt weird the first time I heard them say , she is your maid. (help). Well, No I did correct them she is my masi- Suku masi. Now that's what all of them call her- Suku masi.