you know one of those old-school adverts? a little boy goes to play soccer and gets injured from a fall or something, and he starts bleeding from the wound, and he goes home and is (almost) on the verge of crying (but doesn't), and he flings open the door and mom is sitting on the chair and he runs right to her and she sees the bleeding wound and she hugs him and pats him on the head and tells him he'll be alright, and not to cry (and proceeds to nurse his wound with some cottonbud dipped in dettol, or puts on bandaid of a certain brand which is the highlight of the adv but unimportant and i always ignore)

(sadly,)

my mother was never like that.

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sometimes i think all i ever wanted in life was someone who would hug me and pat me on the head and tell me i'd be alright when i get injured-