The Language He Was Given Had No Word for This
He learned early that love was a verb, not a sentence. His father came home and that was the statement. His mother packed his tiffin and that was the declaration. Nobody in that house said "I am proud of you" out loud, because saying it out loud felt like something that needed to be earned first, and then confirmed, and then perhaps whispered at the very end of a life. So he grew up fluent in a language of action and completely illiterate in the language of feeling.
