I found myself drawn to my mother's bedroom. Through the crack in the sliding door, I could see her changing clothes. Just like every morning, she was getting dressed in her room. The pure white lingerie hugging her mature body caught my eye, turning an ordinary morning into something strangely sensual. Watching her change in front of the closet, I saw her put on purple underwear and a black skirt. Though I've seen this countless times before, something about it stirred my heart today. Lost in this curious emotion, I kept my eyes fixed on my mother.