Back to her arms-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 couldn’t believe his eyes. “Mom?” he whispered.

She turned, puzzled. “Yes? Do I know you?”

He hesitated, tears welling up. “Not yet,” he said, “but I know you. And I came here to say something I should’ve said more often.”

She tilted her head, curious but kind. Jayson stepped closer and looked into her eyes—the same eyes that once stayed up all night when he had nightmares.

“You are the best mother,” he said softly. “I never truly thanked you for everything. For your sacrifices, your love, your strength. I came back from future just to say how much you mean to me.”

Her eyes filled with warmth, though she didn’t understand who he was. Somehow, she felt his sincerity, his heart.

Without asking more, she smiled and said, “Thank you, sweetheart. That means the world.”

And just like that, the pocket watch ticked once more, and Jason was back in the attic—tears on his cheeks, heart full.

From that day on, he never missed a chance to hug his mother, to tell her how much she meant. And every time he did, she smiled, never knowing the boy who once called her “the best mother” had already told her in the past —long before he ever truly could.

"Sometimes,the deepest thank yous are the ones we carry in our hearts _until time gives us the chance to say them aloud.