I remember a long time ago, back in my childhood days, a particular incident that shaped my opinion on human relationships.
There was a day when my classmate's Mom brought him to school. Before she left the classroom, she planted a kissed on his left cheek. Her lipstick left a pink impression on his tanned face and he blushed when we laughed at his attempt to wipe them away with the back of his hand. Obviously, his mother loved him very much and this was one way to show her affection to her son. He gave his mother a gentle push after that kiss, probably to mark his age where he's too old to be cuddled and kissed by his parents in public. In that society, affection was generously displayed and those actions were often heartwarming. It felt like much freer society there; love was reciprocated openly; it was the most natural thing to kiss friends and family.
I wonder if his mother still kiss him now when he's a man of 20 and maybe channels his affection to someone else. It would be wonderful if that special bond between his mother and him is never erased. Just like the wonderful memory, it will forever be kept in my heart.
If I remember correctly, his name is Elliot.
