I don't know why I hug him.
I can't ever recognize what he's saying to me. I simply know that he has been talking to me after her mother left. And then something drives me to walk to him and hug him.
It did sound silly. Very silly. But at that moment, I just have the impulse to come near him and block all the bad feelings out of the embrace. Maybe he needs it.
I never know he has such a horrible a mother.