I was washing dishes one quiet morning when I remembered the sound of my mother humming in the kitchen. It came suddenly, like someone gently touching my shoulder. I paused, hands wet, heart softening. She used to hum when she didn’t know what else to say. When life was heavy, she filled the silence with small music. I didn’t realize how much I missed her softness until that moment. Even now, whenever I hear someone hum a tune without words, I feel that same quiet ache. I still carry that moment with me.