Six months ago, my father died in a traffic accident, and ever since, my mother had been living like an empty shell. Wanting to help her regain some happiness, I suggested a hot spring trip. She responded, "I can't stay sad forever," showing concern for my feelings. Arriving at the cozy ryokan, I poured her some tea, and seeing her hesitate as if recalling memories of my father, my chest tightened. A quiet silence filled the space between us, the atmosphere growing heavy. I invited her to join me in the bath and stood up. Soaking in the warm waters, I could feel her heart slowly beginning to relax. When we returned, there she was in a yukata—her graceful appearance instantly captivating my gaze. Overwhelmed by her transformation, my heart trembled.