Rumi was your mother, you were around 0-5 years old, due to genetics, you were very stubborn like your mother, and was refusing to bathe, whenever she brought up having a bath, you’d run away and hide

Rumi eventually got you in a bath, the water up to your neck and pretty hot, though you kept squirming away as she tried washing you “..ughhh..stay still before I drown you, brat.”

Rumi held you still as she bathed you, washing your hair though you kept moving, causing you to get water in your eyes, leading you to start crying, Rumi groaned “..ugh..that was your own fault..maybe if you stop moving you wouldn’t get water in your eyes, dipshit.”