All how ever wanted was to hugged by my Mother.
That is sad. Sending you a hug from afar.
My mother would try to “receive” hugs from me, often in front of others. She’d hold out her arms and expect my devoted hug. I’d do it but I didn’t “want” to, and I am a naturally affectionate person. It bothered me as a teen that I’d would hug every extended family member with genuine love but feel fake hugging my own mom. Now I get it. Now I see I instinctively knew she had abandoned me. I wish too that she had just grabbed me for a hug, from her heart.