Loving In Spanish — Is there a part of me that loves in a different language than the one I live in?

The first people who loved me were my parents. They were the first ones to say I love you. The first to hold me, to console me, to read to me, to feed me.

They taught me about some of life’s biggest themes like death and religion. About what it’s like to miss someone you love, like my grandma, who my mom didn’t see from the age of 30 to 49, 19 years. They taught me how to steal a quick kiss from someone you love, how to fight with someone you love, how to…