In this short animation, minimal text and deliberate visuals evoke the universal ritual of a mother’s quiet support. Growing up as a dancer, I often woke before rehearsals and competitions with a pit in my stomach and trembling hands. The quiet routine of my mother waking me and preparing my hair was the only antidote to my racing mind. Looking back, I know her heart raced just like mine — yet she still steadied me. This piece explores that duality: my anxiety, her unwavering calm, and the silence that held us both.