Anything not mentioned from the biography of Eid sacrifice

She lifted her dress to her mid-shins and entered the sea. She watched Sultan move further away, so I adjusted my sitting position. When the water touched her legs, she started to tremble and laugh like a child. Maybe because I was used to seeing the sea, I didn't understand why she loved it like that, and I didn't ask her about it. The sound of her laughter had a strange impact that overshadowed every question or thought in my mind. A different tone that the heart yearns for. As if she was laughing for the first time in her life, or as if I was hearing someone laugh for the first time in my life; me. At that moment, everything around her seemed silent or nonexistent. That image, her image as a woman with her wet dress and tousled hair, was something that brought a temporary sense of reassurance.