It is strange how a small moment can change a person's life. My son walked into the kitchen this morning and opened his 1 to me. I opened my arms too and gave him a big hug just like I do every morning. And this time a 2 memory (回忆) came back to me.
My Italian grandma had been a big hugger when I was a boy, but my mum and dad didn't hug me much as I got 3 . By the time I was a teenager then, except for my grandma, I didn't hug anyone.
When I was sixteen, I 4 on a trip with a group of boys to tour a college. And on our way there, we also 5 an old temple (寺庙) . As we entered we were 6 there by the largest monk I had ever seen. He was over six and a half feet tall with 7 arms. And as he welcomed us, he gave each one of us a huge hug. When my own 8 came, I felt scared but 9 in and hugged him back. I felt 10 in my heart as he shared his loving-
kindness. I felt peace and pleasure in my 11 a as well. It was amazing. Later that day I began to 12 why I had ever stopped giving and 13 hugs when they brought so much 14 . When my own children were born then I 15 to never stop hugging them and telling them I loved them, no matter how big they grew or how old they got.
