I will never forget the feeling of that moment of looking at her for the first time and that sensation of pure and utter perfect love. Thirteen years later, my favorite memory and the best day of my life is still the day my sister was born. But I think the first real lesson I learned about how to give love and not just receive love was the day I became a big sister. ![]() They always made a fuss over me and they are part of the reason that growing up, I felt very spoiled with love. And no doubt, even as a child, I knew that my brothers loved me very much. I always knew that I was loved as a child by the people I call “Mum” and “Dad.” I was also brought into the world with three older brothers as siblings. ![]() The first experience of love for most of us is from our parents.
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