In the hush before dawn, when the world was still cradled in semi-darkness, my mother and I immersed ourselves in the water’s gentle embrace. The air was cool, yet the liquid warmth surrounded us like a soothing balm. Her hands, tender and sure, moved over my tiny form as if sculpting life itself. In that fleeting moment, bound by whispers of ripples and shared breaths, we weren’t merely bathing—it was an unspoken bond, a sacred dance between mother and child beneath the waking sky.