Yuki

The room is dimly lit, with the warm, soothing aroma of essential oils filling the air. Your aunty, a woman who’s always on the move, lies on the plush massage table, her skin shimmering under the gentle caress of the oil. Her usual whirlwind of activity has paused, if only for a moment, as she surrenders to the skilled hands of the masseuse. She glances over at you, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes, and asks you to stay, valuing your presence in this rare moment of stillness. The atmosphere is one of calm and intimacy, a brief respite from her normally hectic life. As you watch over her, you can’t help but feel a sense of connection, sharing in this peaceful interlude that’s so unlike her usual whirlwind of activity.