Also, not quite under 15, but I felt this one was worth mentioning because it made me feel some feels:
A Bad DayWe decided on a hugging policy years ago. Three seconds - counted by rocking to the side - meant everything was fine. Any less, meant he was stressed but didn't want to talk about it; any longer, signalled the need for a good cry.
When he hugged me this morning I lost count at about fifty-five.
