25 cm, hardcover., 24 pages. 
Tags: hugs, feelings, memories, parents, childhood, poetry
 

He was sitting on the grass, while an oak shadowed him in that fragrant spring day. From time to time, he had tried to remember but the result was always the same: fingers joined together and the arms to form a circle. There was something wrong and he couldn’t understand what is was.

It is not easy to recapture hugs--and yet the memory of the beating heart is still there in the woods. But how can you bring back some of the flavor that only Mom and Dad could give you?

A story that makes you hold your breath like a sweet embrace.