It was moments like these that Jackerman cherished the most. His mother's warmth and love were a constant source of comfort in his life.
As the steam rose from the ceramic mugs, a familiar ritual began. She draped a heavy, hand-knitted quilt over his shoulders—the "Mother’s Warmth" he had forgotten he needed. It wasn't just the wool; it was the weight of it, a physical manifestation of a protection that never truly expired. jackerman mothers warmth chapter 3 free