As they limped to the basement elevator, I held the door open for them. They thanked me, the mom held a bunch of medical reports in her hand. It was clear that the son had had a sporting accident.
As the elevator started moving, the mother quite non-self-consciously told the kid, “I want to hug you”. The son smiled, said “thank you”, and then after a pause and a sheepish grin asked “why?”.
Meanwhile I got out of the lift, but as I did, I could not notice that I was feeling happy :-)
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