Exam week. I came home earlier than usual, but couldn't find my mother anywhere. Glancing toward the garden, I spotted her there. Her damp nape peeked out from her tied-up hair, sweat glistening on her thighs and cleavage. Before I realized it, my eyes were fixed on my mother's body as she swept the courtyard. It wasn't a clear emotion, but an awkward sensation enveloped me. The more I resisted, the more it took control of my thoughts. In the quiet space, I unconsciously found my gaze drawn to her. A mix of shyness and confusion pressed against my chest. It felt as though some unfamiliar emotion, something I couldn't quite grasp, was quietly beginning to stir within me.