As Charlies headed to work this morning he struggled to find a matching pair of socks.
"I wish all my socks were the same then I wouldn't need to worry about whether or not they're paired."
By the time he got home I'd emptied his sock drawer and refilled it with 20 pairs of new black socks. When he discovered this he was elated. It wasn't so much about the socks as it was about being listened to, a problem having been solved and a knowing that he is cared about.
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