I know what love is.

Because he once broke his nose, my father would snore in hotel rooms during family vacations, and I would end up huddled in bathtubs with my pillow, crying and dozing until it was time to get the inevitable, blessedly early start. My father was in his 20s when he broke his nose while on a sledding trip for his work with the even younger. He used his worker's comp to buy a library that his future wife fell in love with; then I was born.

My mum never hears his snoring.