She didn't know if she woke up because of the sunlight, the smell of steaming white rice, or just because... her heart suddenly felt a pang of longing. From the stairs, her bare feet touched the cool tile floor. The sounds of the kitchen, a gentle clatter, reached her ears like the wind knocking on the door of memory. Everything was the same — the wooden table covered with a pale yellow checkered cloth, the empty chairs seeming to wait for someone, and in the center of the table, a vase of flowers her mother had just arranged – chrysanthemums, roses, and even some nameless blossoms. The stove was bubbling. The pot of soup felt warm, like someone's palm placed on her forehead. Her mother turned around without saying anything, just smiled, and placed an extra spoon beside her bowl. Green grapes were arranged neatly, golden fried cakes, and a bowl of white rice – round, full, and warm. No one spoke a word. But every breath in that kitchen told a story. About the mornings she had missed. The afternoons her mother had waited for her to come home for dinner. The simple years that were more precious than gold. She lowered her head, scooped a spoonful of rice, and sipped a spoonful of soup. Tears didn't fall – but in her heart, something softened, warmed up. 🍲 Turns out, happiness doesn't need to be searched for elsewhere. It's still here – on the dining table, under the early sunlight, in the hands of a mother who never calls out loudly... but always prepares enough, even for the days her child forgets the way home. 🍳 Follow us to discover: Realistic and addictive ASMR cooking sounds. Don't forget to turn on your headphones to feel every little detail! 🎧 "Relax, love the kitchen, and enjoy." 💖 #kitchenambient #GentleKitchenSounds #cookingasmr