@cjkooo
Funny how I used to think love was loud—big gestures, fancy gifts. Nah. Real love? It’s Mom saving the last dumpling for me even when she’s starving. Dad pretending he’s not crying at my graduation. They never say “I love you,” but their silence screams it. I didn’t get it till I caught myself doing the same dumb stuff for my kid—burnt pancakes, mismatched socks, 3 a.m. cuddles. Turns out, love’s not in the words. It’s in the mess. The quiet. The “I’ll wait up even if you’re late.” Who knew?
0 reply
0 recast
1 reaction