my wife and I had to coax and prod our three foster kids to say one nice thing about each other, and to say they loved each other.
50 Ways To Live On Your Own Terms
Benjamin P. Hardy

This brought back an old memory. When my sister and I would fight, my grandmother would make us hug each other, give each other a kiss, and say I love you. I would be so upset with her for making me even touch my sister when I wanted to fight her. But after I did it, I always felt better. This brought back great memories.

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