It was a beautiful Sunday morning at Bhaktapur, Nepal. As the sun slowly creeps up upon us, I decided to brave the cold and explored the ancient city armed with layers of clothes and my trusty DSLR. I wandered towards Pottery Square and spot a dual of local children cheerfully running around, carefully avoiding the traditionally hand-spun pots sunbaking on the ground. As their mother called for them, they ran towards her loving embrace just in time for me to snap this beautiful moment. This scene sparked a memory and took me back to a familiar time where my younger brother and I used to fool around our front yard fighting imaginary monsters while waiting for our mother to call us back for dinner. Nothing beats a mother’s embrace that warms up our soul, like the sun on a cold winter morning.