Warm hug

A talkshow that I watched today on TV, showed that a daughter and a mother, who cried without saying any word. The mother was just feeling blessed, as she have this amazing daughter in her life. Then, they hugged each other. Well, it was touching. I could barely control my emotion when I watched it. Then, another question popped up in my mind. When was the last time my parents hug me? Or, do they ever hug me? I grow in a discipline family, where I must be strong for all of my problems. Barely feel the love that my parents gave, or do they ever give their love as it should be? The ironic thing is that, maybe the first person that I hugged is my buddy, not my parents or my family members. Yes, I remember that, the last night of 'retreat' of my batch. I hugged him tightly, just expressed sorry for what I had done to him, and I cried. Then, he said," Hey, don't hug me like that, it will make me cry." At that time, I just felt that he is the best buddy in my life, and indeed he is. When we had the gathering for the last night, and one of my friends asked,"Who cried at the campfire?" Maybe only me and him. His reason to cry was he felt the warmth of my hug, and he was touched. 

Sometimes, when I am depressed, I really need a hug. But who can provide that? It's impossible to hug myself. Although it's a simple action, but it is relieving and worth a thousand words...