A Tong lay asleep, both eyes gently closed, his tiny chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm. The long day had finally released its hold on him, and his body surrendered completely to rest. In his dream, the world felt warm and quiet, just like being wrapped in his mom’s arms.
In that dream, A Tong smiled.
He imagined his mom sitting beside him, her presence calm and glowing. He reached for her without fear, without hesitation. His small hands touched her gently, and he leaned forward with pure affection. In his dream, he gave her a sweet, innocent kiss, soft and full of love that words could never explain.
The kiss carried everything he couldn’t say while awake. Thank you for holding me. Thank you for protecting me. Thank you for staying when I cried, when I screamed, when I didn’t understand my feelings. In sleep, his heart spoke freely.
Outside the dream, his face softened. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His hands twitched slightly, as if still reaching for her warmth. His breathing grew deeper, slower, wrapped in comfort.
Mom watched quietly nearby, unaware of the dream but feeling something tender in the air. She brushed a hand over his head, sensing his calm. A Tong didn’t wake. He only sighed softly, safe inside his sleep.
In his dream, the kiss lingered. It wasn’t dramatic or loud. It was gentle, sincere, and full of trust. A promise formed without words. I love you. I feel safe with you.
A Tong slept on, eyes closed, heart full. Dreams carried his affection where his small voice could not. And in that silent moment, love flowed freely between mother and child, unspoken but deeply understood.
It remained there, steady and eternal, softly binding them forever.
