Ash lay on his bed, lost in thoughts, when a knock sounded at the door.
"Son, may I come in?" his mother's voice called softly.
"Yes, Mother," Ash replied.
She entered, smiling faintly. "Son, you came back." She sat on the edge of the bed, opening her arms. Ash leaned into her embrace.
"Yes, Mother. I missed you," he whispered.
Ash slowly pulled back from his mother's embrace. She looked at him tenderly, wiping his tears away with her sleeve.
"If you don't mind," she asked softly, "Can you tell me what's aching you, son?"
Ash stayed silent, his gaze falling to the floor.
His mother sighed gently and stroked his cheek. "It's fine if you don't want to share now. But when you feel ready, don't hesitate. I'll always be here for you, okay?"
Ash gave a small nod. Mother...can I lie on your lap?"
Her eyes softened. "Of course, son." She shifted slightly, letting Ash rest his head on her lap. With one hand, she stroked his hair slowly, calming his breath.
