I have never been a person who likes to share their feelings with others. I prefer to bottle then up and build mile high walls so that no one can cross them over. I mostly feel awkward with overtly emotional gestures. In our house no one says the words “I Love You” or something else cheesy as “I cherish you”. Though words are never spoken the care is always implied.
To those other than my family, they would call me indifferent and cold. And though I have tried in the past to be more expressive of my emotions i always end up feeling the cringe. I prefer to observe people. I see the subtle movements of their hands or the slight twinge in their eyes to know the emotions that they are going through.
However, there was a day, when all I wanted was a Hug. I had a huge smile on my face when I asked for it and oddly it was my mother who ended up giving me one. My mother and I have very similar characters which ofcourse means that I am constantly at a war of words with her. But on that day she said this “If she is asking for it she needs it. Come here.” and then she hugged me. And just like that all the taunts and curses she hurled at me over the years just faded away. Now, everytime I think of those horrible memories it is replaced by the memory of the most loving hug she ever gave me.
And Yes, now I realize her love for me and my love for her.
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