You don’t hear the love. You feel the love.
My dad was never the spoken one. He never said “I love you” or “I’m proud of you.” I always doubt his love for me. Every time we talk, he often speaks about how great my brother is. Sometimes I thought he lives by the patriarchal system.
It made me upset and insecure. It's one of the reasons I don't want to come home often. But something happened today.
I felt depressed and sad. I felt lonely and weak. I did not want to open up to anyone. He suddenly called me and said, “Come home.” The two simple words with his cold face, yet I felt like the sun is present in my room. The words were penetrating from his voice into my heart. I felt so much love, and I realized he has always loved me.
No matter what I’ve done. No matter where I am. I know I have his support, and I have a home to go back to. I have people who care and love me deeply, even if it’s unspoken.
Just because they don’t say the words doesn’t mean love is not there. Love can be expressed in so many different ways.
Love is when my father stands outside of my classroom under hot weather on my first day at school.
Love is when he put me on his lap while we were on the swing in the front yard.
Love is when he waited for me to eat lunch together and saved me the best piece.
Love is that after we argued, he always tried to make up first.
You don’t hear the love. You feel the love. You let love flow through you with thoughts and actions.
That’s what love supposes to be.