How do I choose?
I like the way they stop by my bed and give me a soft pat or a peck on my forehead. Those gestures make me feel like a little kid again. I like the way they hold my hand when we ride the bus or train, the way they show their concern when they said: "Oh, your hands are so cold!" and rub my palms between theirs.
But I also like my own independence.
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