Crying on the kitchen floor is neither cute or pretty.
It's not some strange habit of mine, I promise.
I just happened to be hungry and on my quest for food when I caught my finger in the fridge door.
It hurt... a lot.
And then I wished for my parents to be there and I became more upset.
Cue: pity party.
It was quite the production.
I'm sure I would have received an oscar nomination.
But all I really wanted at that moment was a hug.
Any hug would do, I don't discriminate.
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