When I was a kid, often times I shared a stool with my brother while we brushed our teeth in front of the sink and mirror. As I got older, I can also remember my mom and dad reflecting on it on multiple occasions, and now I realize that they were reminiscing about it because it was a good memory for them.
Love is sharing a stool with your sibling.
Love is your parents sharing that memory with you.
Love is your children sharing a stool like you and your brother used to.
Love is sharing a picture of that with your parents because you know they'll love it too.
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