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The Hugs Not Given — or How Not To Say Goodbye to Your Son

I was teaching him not to feel, perhaps because I hadn’t learned how to feel myself

Painting-By-Numbers image of my son, used with his permission and of course, that of the painter

My nineteen year old is in the back seat. We’re sailing down the motorway to the seaside city where he’ll be moving into University accomodation for the first time.