In plain words
They took Venkamma there from here. She was unconscious. She did not open her eyes. I went to the hospital and called, “Venkamma!” At once she opened her eyes and looked. She took both My hands, held them to her eyes and bowed; with tears streaming she gave up her life. The same happened with Parvathamma too. They brought her there too, unconscious. I went and called, “Parvathamma!” She opened her eyes and looked, shed tears, and gave up her life. As long as they lived, the two of them brought Swami His food. However ill they were, they paid it no heed and served Swami. All this is purely merit from past births; it is not gained by anyone's effort. Their lives were fulfilled.
Even now the food comes from that very house. Seshama Raju's son is here. Easwaramma's son Jānakirāmayya is here. You know. His wife herself cooks it and brings it. Parvathamma's daughter too cooks it and brings it. In this way they take part in Swami's service every day. I eat nothing at night. They cook every morning and bring it. Between this body and that family there is so close a bond of kinship. They keep such a bond of kinship safe with care. Some Avatāras came as the fruit of their parents' prayers. But in this Avatāra, of My own will I wished, ‘She must be My mother, he must be My father,’ and granted them birth. This body was not born in the common way, through an ordinary bond.
Karanam Subbamma too served Swami until she breathed her last. Though she had no tie to this body, her bond of the heart was very strong; she was always thinking of Swami. She asked Swami to stay in her own house. She said she would empty the house and hand it over. Her relatives came: “You are Brahmins; he is a Kṣatriya. Why are you letting him into your house?” they argued.