Hold My Hand

When we were small, parents would hold our hands wherever we went. To the shops, across the road and sometimes even to the loo. 

As we grew up into toddlers, young children, adolescents and young adults, the hand-holding disappeared bit by bit until one fine day, we suddenly realise that that special clasp of hands - the very one which we yearned for its protectiveness and warmth just not too long ago - is no more.

Isn't it about time that we started holding our parents' hands again?