“I think so,” Elena said. “But he never says it. He never just... sits with me.”
“I know,” Elena said. “But you love it here. And I want to be where you are.” Los cinco lenguajes del amor
Her mother nodded. “Marco isn’t broken, mija. He’s just speaking Spanish to someone who only understands French.” “I think so,” Elena said
They were still different. He was still Acts of Service . She was still Words of Affirmation and Quality Time . sits with me
“I know,” Marco said. “But you love telling them. And I want to hear what you love.”
That evening, Elena went home. She found Marco in the garage, sanding down a wooden jewelry box he had been building for her—the one she hadn’t noticed he started three weeks ago.
“Mija,” her mother said. “Does Marco love you?”