Lick her hanky then wipe "muck" off my face, leaving me with a face that, whilst looking clean, was actually covered in saliva.
My Dad used to give me a big hug when he saw me, right up until he died when I was 35. I used to squirm a bit then, but would give anything for one of those hugs now.
My Mum used to make me and my brothers hold hands when we were out and about up til we were about 10. She's dead now.
I was on a Scout camp, my first as an APL. About half way through during the morning Parade our leader read out a letter he had received from a parent, the letter was explaining that all the teddies were missing the boy terribly and mumsy and dadsy were tucking them in at night.
Guess who the letter was for.
"Good luck. We're all counting on you"