He still thinks he’s in his mother’s womb

Days turned into weeks, and Youssef’s habits didn’t change. If anything, they became more pronounced. He resisted being laid flat on his back, crying softly—not loudly, but with a discomfort that felt specific. When Amira picked him up and held him close, curling him inward against her chest, he would immediately settle.

It wasn’t just comfort. It was recognition.

She began experimenting.

One afternoon, driven by instinct more than logic, Amira filled the bathtub with warm water—not hot, just slightly above body temperature. She dimmed the lights and gently lowered Youssef into the water, supporting him carefully.

What happened next left her speechless.

His body relaxed completely.