Who are you and what have you done with my mother?


This is what I thought last night when my mother hugged me and kissed me.

My mother and I love each other. She is not, nor ever has been a hugger. Not even affectionate. I have no memories of hugs. I have no doubt she loves me and my sisters. As I have written before - my mother and I have a strange strained relationship.

My mother hugged me. Wow.