When my mom called me and said that my dad found four N95 masks in the garage and she wanted to send them all to me since I’m a doctor — That’s love.
When I reassured her that we had enough in clinic for now and that she should keep them, or at least keep two for her and dad — That’s love.
When I received the box in the mail, all four masks were there, lovingly wrapped in tissue paper with a note of encouragement — That’s love.
