There are two bedrooms up stairs. A large one, which my son claimed and a smaller one that my daughter claimed. The smaller one has a door to the bathroom. There is a 2nd door that opens to the stair landing, so it’s a second bath, but no one but her was allowed to use that bathroom.
One day my daughter came down with a 24 flu. She was sicker than hell, vomiting, diarrhea, the whole nine yards. It only lasted that one day but it was awful.
Next day little brother came down with it. At one point he was collapsed, exhausted, on the floor in front of the toilet up stairs.
My daughter saw him, and instead of ordering him out, her face softened in sympathy and she said, “He can sleep on my bathroom floor if he wants.”
It was one of the nicest things she’s ever done!