My mom and I never got along well.
One day it was particularly bad, and I went to my room to cry.
I had been in there for a while when my 3 year old brother toddled in, put his hands on either side of my face, and asked “Why are you sad, big sister?”
And kissed me all over my face. He GMH.
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