My cousin lives with us, and he has one job in the house—washing the dishes at night. After dinner, while the rest of us relax, he stands at the sink with his sleeves rolled up. He puts on music, usually something slow and peaceful. It’s funny—he actually enjoys it. I asked him once, “Why do you like washing dishes?” He smiled and said, “It’s quiet. It helps me think.” At first, I didn’t understand. To me, dishes are boring. But one night, I joined him. We talked about school, life, and silly memories while we cleaned the plates and cups. It didn’t feel like work. It felt calm. Now, sometimes I offer to help, not because I have to, but because I want that quiet moment too. Washing dishes became more than a chore—it became a time to unwind, talk, and enjoy the little things. My cousin taught me that even simple jobs can feel special if you find peace in them.