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6 “Will you get out the dry milk and the baking mix?” her mother asked.
7 Priya opened the cupboard and stared at the prepackaged baking mix
her mother had bought at the big indoor supermarket. Already her mother

was adjusting to their new life, buying quick American ingredients to
replace the traditional ones that were now hard to find. In India,
everything was made from scratch. Reluctantly, Priya opened the baking
mix and poured it into a bowl with the dry milk.
8 Priya hated the American supermarket. It felt cold and unfriendly, and
the fluorescent ceiling lights hurt her eyes. Priya thought about the bazaar,
the outdoor marketplace near Delhi. There were vegetable stands and
crowds of chattering people, kiosks with colorful bindis, and the warm
smell of spices from the dhaba. There were shops with rainbows of
blankets, silver and gold jewelry glittering in the sun, and fabric shops
where her mother bought material for her clothes. Best of all, there was the
little bracelet stand, where shiny bangles painted the walls with splashes of
red, purple, orange, and green. Every autumn, just before the Diwali
holiday festival, her father would give her ten rupees to buy new bracelets.
Priya hadn’t worn her sparkling bangles since they’d stepped off the plane
in Dallas, Texas, five weeks ago. They remained hidden in her drawer, in
the little velvet pouch Ama had sewn for her.

reluctantly If you do something reluctantly, you do it without wanting to.

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