A soft hush blankets the chilly city streets, where whispered tones mingle with distant wind‑chimes. The gentle murmur of Mom Voice drifts like a winter breath, soothing the heart of a relaxer. E fakamātamata ‘whisper’ me ‘wind‑chimes’ e fakamātamata ‘faka‑hā’ e fakamātau ‘moe’. Ko e hā he fakamātā ‘nofo‑mafai’ i ‘ofa’ e fakakite ‘pule’.