A SHORT STORY ABOUT LOVE BY FRANK DALEY When our two daughters were young, they came to us one day with the THE question. “Who do you love more, Elizabeth or me?” said Grace. I replied, “We love you equally. Not exactly the same, but equally. They looked at me as if I was from Mars. They figured the question was simple and direct and required a simple, direct, and truthful response. Grace assumed the typical “what?” physical response: head shake, hands out to the side and uplifted slightly, in a plea that said, “What”? I continued, a little concerned. “We can’t and don’t love you “the same” because you are individuals with different personalities and different ways of interacting with life, but we love you equally. They are both keen observers of life and they were not happy with that they were hearing. They pressed for a better answer. “You’re not answering the question.,” said Grace. My wife tried. “Not the same exactly, but as much,” she said. “We do not love one of you more than the other.” They didn’t buy it.
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