In the quiet afternoon garden, the son suddenly wraps his arms around his mother from behind. Catching sight of the neighbors, she feels too embarrassed to resist. In front of the candy store, their breathing grows so intense it echoes down the street. Meanwhile, the son gently touches his sleeping mother's body, unable to hold back his overwhelming emotions. Mommy, who always smiles kindly and sometimes scolds him sternly. When close to her, a soothing fragrance lingers in the air. Mom is always his alone—no one else will ever have her. That first love, like a nostalgic scene from childhood everyone has experienced, was with Mommy. She always tenderly embraced him, and her warmth remains etched in his heart.