Dad’s Jacket, Timeless Warmth

Dad’s old jacket wasn’t just a piece of clothing; it was a warm embrace from miles away.

When she left home, he insisted she take it along. “It’s too big,” she protested.

“That’s the idea,” he smiled. On chilly nights alone, she found comfort

wrapped in its familiar scent. Years later, she returned it—clean, folded,

lovingly patched. He put it on and chuckled. Some warmth is timeless, transcending even

childhood.