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I remember when I was younger and my mother would take me to the onsen in Japan. The water was warm and the steam would rise from the bath, filling the air with mist. My mother would tell me stories about how the Japanese believed that the hot springs were healing, and she would show me all the different ways you could soak your body to relieve pain and tension.
I grew up surrounded by my family's love for the bath. We always had a big wooden tub in our home, filled with steaming water, where we would spend hours soaking our worries away. As I got older, I started to enjoy taking long baths myself, especially after a long day of work. There was something so relaxing about sinking into the warm water and letting my body unwind.
But as I grew older, life took me in different directions and I lost touch with that part of my culture. It wasn't until I met my husband, who is Japanese, that I started to reconnect with those traditions. He would often take me back to his hometown, where we would visit the onsen together and soak in the warm waters, reminiscing about our pasts and cherishing each moment.
One day, while visiting his family's home, he told me a story about how his grandmother used to take him to the bath when he was a young boy. He said that she would always tell him stories of their ancestors who used to bathe in the onsen together, creating lasting bonds between them. As
