Sacrifice has never taken place without love. Think about it.
It’s voluntary.
It’s selfless.
That moment when a pregnant woman is told that they can only save either or her child, and she chooses her child in less than a heart beat.
That moment when, in a struggling family, the older sibling decides to starve just so the younger ones can eat.
That moment when a person takes the blame for something they didn’t do, just to protect someone else.
That moment when a parent is willing to sell or he has to pay for a child’s medical treatment.
Sacrifice isn’t a duty, it’s love applied.
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