Eve: Do You love me?
Adam: Who else?
As an only child uncomplicated probably yes. But now with 7 grandkids probably a little lonely also.
My adopted son complained we loved the natural born one more.
My natural born son complained we loved the “chosen” one more.
I’m an only. I think my parents took a look and said, “Well, one of those is more than enough”.
No matter what the life experience, there are wins and up in the air (no data as in where did that notion or conclusion come from).
I was an only child. Mom and Dad liked my imaginary friend best.
As an only child, my life very complicated.
I have a younger sister ‘cause our parents believed that if at first you don’t succeed, try again. As to why there was no third child, well, our parents believed in cutting their losses….
I have one son, one daughter. Easy to say they’re both my favorites simply by qualifying by gender.
We were 3 sisters. Being girls Valentine’s Day was a big deal in our house. My dad was self-employed and generally was not home for dinner – but he would be on Valentine’s Day. Dad was an accountant (as I am, my mom is, and one of my sisters is) and things we had in the house were often from clients. On Valentine’s Day or just before he would visit the client with a card shop so there would be Valentines and (small) boxes of chocolates for us and mom.
One Valentine’s Day when I was grown, but still living at home, my boyfriend and my middle sister’s boyfriend (both our husbands for decades now) joined us for dinner. Little sister too young for a boyfriend yet.
I opened my Valentine from my dad and read it. On the bottom he had written “You are my favorite daughter.” Now, while I always felt that way (and still feel that way – decades after he died) – I could not believe he would put it in writing. My mind was whirring.
I asked one of my sisters to see her card and she hemmed and hawed. Yes – my dad, who every did everything evenly had written the same thing in all 3 cards!
(Boy do I miss him so much of the time.)