Jayson

Once, in a quiet town nestled between hills and rivers, there lived a boy named Jayson. He was thoughtful, curious, and often found himself lost in dreams of the past. He adored his mother—her gentle smile, the way she made his favorite soup when he was sick, and how she believed in him even when he didn’t believe in himself. But as time passed and life became busy, Jayson regretted not saying "thank you" enough. One rainy afternoon, while exploring the dusty attic of his grandfather’s house, Jayson stumbled upon a strange, old pocket watch. When he opened it, the hands spun wildly, and before he could react, everything around him blurred. A sudden jolt—and he was no longer in the attic. Jayson stood in the middle of a sunlit valley from the 1990s. The air smelled of fresh bread and blooming jasmine. He looked around, confused, until he saw her—his mother, young, radiant, and full of life, walking home from school with a bag of books. Heart pounding, Jayson followed her. He c...