When I was little, I don't remember receiving alot of cuddles or hugs but mum would instinctively reach out and hold my hands to guide me across the road.
Now that she's old and weak, she reaches for my hand and leans on me for support. I hold her tiny hands in mine, she's like a little girl again.
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I know what you mean...when my Mom had trouble with her knee, she had to lean on me for support, too!
Life is like a cycle. When you're young, you tend to need some support, then you grow up and can stand your own two feet and finally when you're old, you tend to need that support again ...
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