Being curly blonde, blue eyed, with dimples made me the cutest kid. And if I smiled and was quiet people wanted me to sit on their lap. Some hugged me lots. Some gave me treats. Some were not as gentle and breathed funny. Some smelled bad, talked weird, and hugged too hard. Some hugs made me feel loved and protected. But I never remember my Mom ever hugging me. Or my Dad. I knew they loved me but no hugs to be found. Maybe only Happy gives hugs.