My sister and I wanted to decorate my brother’s house. He was older now and single. We wanted to show love by sprucing up his home. We entered with all manner of items in packages. The only thing readily visible were the sofa pillows my sister carried in her hands.
My brother is a simple man and doesn’t like a lot of fuss or frills. What’s that? Throw pillows, my sister responded. I don’t need all that, he said. I hand-made them, she said, to which my brother solemnly took them from her and placed them on his sofa with just a hint of flair. We laughed; he smiled gently. Months later, when we returned, the pillows were still on the sofa.
Think about it.
