DANCE, MAMA!

When the kitchen smells of coffee, something is bubbling on the stove, the child has lost another sock, and mom - with a smile and mascara that has survived three apocalypses - still manages to dance. Because superheroes don't get days off. They save the world between ironing and a call from the teacher, extinguish disasters with a glance, and sense hunger from three rooms away. And all this to their own internal rhythm, where even fatigue can be turned into movement.

A little sparkle, a little irony, a little laughter through insomnia - and forward again, with a strength that no fitness bracelet can measure. Because mom doesn't just dance. She charges the whole house with the electricity of love.