The girl and the mom sometimes just don’t understand. So I have to talk to the dad. He gets it. Sometimes I just need a hug. And not a strangle me hug like the girl gives. Or a playful rile me up hug like the mom gives. I just need a you are loved hug. Don’t judge. Whatever. I’m sensitive. The dad is sensitive too. The girl and the mom could learn from us.

You see, when I’m sensitive I am more in tune with my surroundings. When I’m more in tune with my surroundings I alert better. Right after that hug I could tell the girl was a bit too high.

See folks. Sensitivity rocks. Sensitivity works.

PS: I don’t know why the family was sitting in the kitchen. They are weird sometimes. Please don’t judge me by their actions.