Go through warm arms

There are late afternoons of the year, when the cool breeze passes through the leaves, I remember the arms that have protected me through each stage of my life. Those are the arms of my mother, my father, my close friends, and even the arms that came from people I only met once but forever left an impression. Each arm is like a reminder, a comfort, a silent support to let me know that I have never had to face everything alone.

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When I was little, I often followed my mother, feeling her arms tighten around me whenever the weather turned cold. She was always worried that I would catch a cold or cough, the freezing cold of the Northern winter was probably an endless haunting in her memory. My mother's arms were not just a physical protection, but also a reminder of the simple, peaceful days of my childhood, of the endless tolerance that my mother had for me. Sometimes when I was naughty and scolded, all I needed was for my mother to hug me and all my anger and sadness would disappear. My mother was like that, never leaving me even for a step when she knew I needed her. As for my father, he didn't often hug me, but every time he put his hand on my shoulder, I felt a silent protection. My father was quiet, but his gentle but decisive pats on my shoulder always gave me a strong belief. It is the confidence that no matter how difficult it is, my father is always ready to be a wall to support me, so that I can walk freely, freely stumble and know that there will always be arms ready to lift me up.

Growing up, I moved away from my family and from then on, the embrace of friends became an important part of my life. I remember the nights wandering around the city, chatting over midnight cups of coffee with friends. That's when other embraces appeared - hasty hugs to comfort me when I experienced my first failure in life, pats on the shoulder when I was tired and warm handshakes when I faced loneliness in a foreign land. Friends became my second family, with arms always open wide whenever I needed them, reminding me that no matter where I was, I was never truly alone.

One winter afternoon that year, I happened to meet someone. In the midst of the sunset-tinged Xuan Huong Lake, his arms were like a strange but incredibly warm resting place. Unlike the arms of my mother or my friends, this arm contained a very different feeling - a feeling that blended love and protection. There was understanding, trust, a place I could lean on, without having to be strong, without having to hide. Perhaps, that was the first time I felt an arm that brought peace without a reason. Together we experienced many beautiful moments, dreamy afternoons by the lake, sleepless nights chatting and silent hugs full of comfort. Even though we are no longer together, that arm is still a peaceful memory that I cherish. It reminds me of my brilliant youth, of the most sincere emotions I have ever had. I understand that those arms, even though they only appeared for a short time, helped me grow up and taught me the meaning of protection in love.

In my life journey, there are times when I become a protector for those around me. Sometimes it is a hug for a friend who is suffering from a breakup, a handshake for a younger sibling who is afraid of the future, or a gentle hug for myself when I know I need to be more tolerant of myself. Those hugs, no fuss, no words needed, just a sincere hug to convey comfort and trust.

Life is full of ups and downs and sometimes I realize that protective arms do not always come from familiar people. Sometimes, it is a hug from a stranger, a gentle word of encouragement but enough to warm the heart. Once, I met a little girl who held my hand when she saw me sad. That pure handshake seemed to transmit a special power, making me feel warm again. I understand that protection does not always come from big arms, but sometimes it is just a small action from a sympathetic heart.

Day by day, I appreciate the hugs I have received more and more and I do not hesitate to give my own. Each hug, each embrace has its own meaning. And I learn to remember them, so that when I remember them, my heart feels gentle, I feel loved and ready to love again.

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