Your parents are the child of someone else.
The aggressive driver on the road is someone’s child.
Your partner is the child of someone.
We are all children of someone else.
When you frame people in that way, you start to think differently about them.
When I think about my parents. I realize that their parents are gone, and would want me to do my best to look after their child.
When I think about myself, I imagine my parents want me to do what I can to take care of their child.
We are all someone else’s child.
