I can count on one hand how many times I remember being hugged or held by a parent. I’m not saying my parents didn’t love me, I just don’t remember being comforted when I really needed it. And whenever I was, it was always my dad. But once I grew up into middle-school ages, it stopped completely. Recently, I came across a video on Instagram of a man holding his teenaged son in his arms just because his son wanted a hug, it looked so abnormal to me.