My sister, who had moved out to live in the city after marriage, returned home again, citing troubles with her husband. Unlike me, she's always been calm and detached about life, never forcing things. One night, she asked me, "Do you know why I come back to this house when I'm suffering?" That's when she revealed to me the family's secret tradition passed down through generations from mother to sister—a special practice meant to heal the wounded hearts of women. It wasn't just a story; it was something deeply meaningful, tied to our family's bond and history.