How My Family Shows Love Without Words

Every family has its own unique rituals, and mine was no different. For me, these rituals often began before the sun had a chance to peek through the curtains. The soft sound of footsteps approaching my room was the gentle nudge from reality, pulling me from the depths of sleep. It wasn’t the blare of an alarm clock that woke me up but the subtle, nurturing presence of my father. As I’d sit at the table, barely awake, trying to focus on my textbooks, he’d bring me warm milk and cookies — a small act, yet it spoke volumes. This was his way of saying, “I’m here for you; I support you.” It was his unspoken encouragement during those stressful exam periods, a reminder that I wasn’t alone in my academic journey. <a href="https://medium.com/weeds-wildflowers/how-my-family-shows-love-without-words-c64f9c0d716f">Read More</a>