A mother's warm embrace
"Jun…?"
Jun heard the soft cries of a familiar person and felt a familiar sensation on his forehead. He groggily remembered the time when he was young and had fallen sick.
Nana would always lay beside him, changing the wet clothes on his head and singing him a beautiful melody. She would make all sorts of favorite dishes for him to cheer him up. Nana never left his side until he would be all healthy again.
Just like that time, Jun watched his mother slowly beaming with happiness, seeing him wake up.
"Mom…" his voice was hardly audible.
"Yes, yes, I am here."
Nana sniffled and held his hand. "How are you feeling now, Jun? Does it still hurt?"
Her soft, concerned voice made him weakly smile. He stared at her for several long seconds before his eyes turned misty. "I always trouble you so much, don't I?"
Nana blinked. "Of course not. How can my son trouble me?"