A Mothers Warmth Novels & Stories

Sometimes, I could even sense Howard's strong arms brushing past my chest. Heat bubbled up inside me, and without thinking, my legs clenched together. My chest was a mix of heat and pressure, and it felt like my whole body was firing up. "What's in this oil, it's so... whoa!" I barely got the words out when Howard's sudden squeeze drew a yelp from me. Howard's breath was a warm whisper in my ear. "Don't worry, ma'am," he said softly. "This warmth you're feeling is totally normal. It's just part of the treatment, helps you relax and eases any discomfort."

Every person who comes to the garden and finds their way to the centre and puts their hand on what is there. Every one of them rearranges. My mother rearranges. Slowly. The way she does things — with the composure that is not armour, that is simply how she holds herself, which I have stopped trying to remove and have started receiving as what it is. The composure rearranges around something that does not have a word in the language of composure. Something that is simply: warmth. Received. She stands at the warm stone for a long time. I stand beside her. We do not speak.

When they saw that she had left, they hurriedly went over and tried to open the door but all to no avail. " Hey! What are you doing? Don't stay there." She shouted at them as she prepared the hot water. " I'm trying to boil some water. Why don't you just go inside and lie down?"She said while they ran over to where she was. " Aunty, will the hot water stop mommy from getting sick?" Ray asked and pouted while Kia hurriedly walked up to her. " Aunty, hope mommy will be fine?" She asked with looks that seemed as if she was about to cry.

V bullets. "I know you're scared Clarke, but sweetie you have us. We'll protect you no matter what." My mom says as she's trying to assure me. She held my hand and smiled. Warmth, is such a very pleasing feeling. It takes fear out of all of us, and it feels calming almost illuminating. Maybe that is what the world needs right now. To feel warmth. To feel like you're not alone.

But there are times when Accashia wished that it was not true. Accashia’s lips trembled and the long sword slipped from her fingers. “Mother…” She whispered. “Mama.” Again and again until tears welled in her eyes and she ran. “Mama!” And oddly enough, the woman hugs her back. Even though she smelled like the dead of corpses and rats. The woman was still warm. How it is that she's warm. The dead shouldn't be warm like this, and Accashia had always dreamed of feeling her warm embrace again. “Mama…” She cried in her mother’s arms. “You’re alive, and you're here.”

"Clara never backed down either, once she set her mind to something." "Tell me more." Matthew gestured for me to sit. I took the chair across from him, and he settled back into his own seat, his eyes growing distant with memory. "Your mother was the light of our family. Beautiful, yes, but more than that. She had a warmth about her that drew people in. Made them feel safe, loved, understood." His voice grew soft with old grief. "She could calm any storm with a word, heal any wound with a touch. Her gift was empathy, the ability to sense and influence emotions."

No matter what happens. I turned to my mother, who stepped forward and enveloped me in a warm embrace. Her scent, wildflowers and earth, wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. "Be safe, my child," she whispered, her voice filled with unspoken worry. "Return to us unharmed, and know you are always in our hearts. I love you!"

first time panicking over someone's health. Her thumb gently glided over her mother's clear skin. "Mum.... mum.... this is the first time I have a mother.... I didn't expect this feeling to be so... soo good. So mom, don't get sick. It breaks my heart to see you like this. We can earn a ton of money it later but if you leave me what will I do? How can I be without your warmth?" she whispered, wiping her tears roughly.

Silence lingered with the slowly moving time. The cramps in my stomach kept getting worse as I spoke those words. Mother broke into sobs as she flopped on the bed, covering her mouth with her hand. I kneeled on the floor beside the bed and held her hands in mine. “I cherish a memory and I’ll keep cherishing it until the very end, mother. Your lullaby and the gentle warmth of your hands when they stroked my hair in the hospital. Even though I was badly hurt, I don’t remember the pain in that memory. It’s just your warmth that still lives on in that memory and trust me, mother… this one memory is… enough to make my entire childhood worth remembering…”

I know nothing with what to do in times like this but to stay silent on her side, listening only until she gets to be able to dry her cheeks. Minutes passed, my mother has finally gotten her composure back. I hand a glass of water to her so she can breathe well. My mother has started to sweat and her body temperature has dropped down to normal. Her sweat feels cold. “Are you fine now, mom?” I asked “Yes. Thank you.” She replied. “Please take care of yourself. You won’t be able to take care of others if you keep an unhealthy Habi Superiort daily.” “I’m sorry for bursting out.”