I went for a walk just before and I wound up in a cemetery. At the cemetery there was a grave with fresh flowers in it. I looked at the date on the stone and it said 2008. Still fresh flowers six years after the death. Then I noticed that the grave was quite small, and that there was an angel engraved in the white stone. The person's name was Sofia Cottell. That is the sweetest name for a young girl. Although there was no date of birth, the clues told me that she was only young before she was snatched out of the world. Yet, clearly, her parents still love her and visit her grave often. I bet her parents would give anything to hug their little girl one more time. The little girl who has missed out on years of hugs.
At least I have the capacity to hug. Most of the time I'm only an arm's length away from people. I just have to become friends with them first, then be brave enough to hug them hello and goodbye.
People do hug around here, boys and girls alike. Some are more affectionate than people back home. But on the whole, it doesn't seem as common as in Australia. I could begin to change that.
I looked once more at the angel carved in the stone, and at the pink and white flowers, then left.
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