"Mom," he said softly, sinking into the couch beside her.
The warmth of her hug was like a shield against the world outside. Jackerian felt a weight lift, just a little, and knew that no matter what, his mother's warmth would always be there, a constant source of comfort.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. "I know things have been tough, Jackerian. But you're not alone. We'll get through this together."
As Jackerian stepped into the room, he was immediately enveloped in a warmth that wasn't just from the crackling fireplace. His mother's presence had always had a way of warming his heart, but today it seemed different. It was as if she knew exactly what he needed—a comforting embrace, a listening ear.