A piece of motherly love.

My mother always used to give me the ends of baguettes when she made me a baguette sandwich. I didn’t really like them that much but it was no big deal, so I didn’t complain.

One day she was making us both baguettes and she kept the nice inside bit and I got the ends… again!

This time I just didn’t bother to eat the ends. My mother was aghast!

“Why would you leave the ends? They are the very best bit of the baguette!”, She said. She loved them but wanted me to have them.

That’s love. When someone would prefer it if you get the best bits in life, even if they don’t.

However, love is also communication; what one may think are the best bits in life doesn’t necessarily reflect another person’s reality.

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