We went grocery shopping last night, and Emma was in a free hug mood, hunting down clerks wherever she saw them, not just at the checkout. She rarely, if ever, hugs anyone else and even then usually chats them up first.
In the cereal aisle, Ron got ahead of me, I lingered back to broswe, and Emma was sort of in the middle. “Would you like a free hug?” I heard her say, and looked up in time to see her hugging a lady in front of her cart.Ã‚Â She hugged her and moved on, while I made my way to the lady to explain.
“I needed that,” she said, as I noticed her face was pale and drawn. “My grandfather’s dying.” She had just left the hospital.
In the whole entire store, Emma randomly hugs one stranger and she’s the one who needs it the most.
(I gave her a hug too.)