One evening, my parents have some people over, which is unusual. It’s a couple with two children. I’m about eight or nine; the couple are a little older than my parents. We don’t know them very well.
When it’s time to say goodbye, the adults are chatting in the foyer. I’m standing next to them when I suddenly experience a heavenly feeling of well-being. A profoundly deep, healthy emotion, like warm, soothing tea pouring into me. What’s happening?
The man has put his hand on my head. He’s gently stroking my hair.
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