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Love...

My Dad and Mom don't mushy mushy in front of us to show their affection towards each other. Action speaks louder than words. They never told each other the 3 magic words in front of us. It's those little actions that make me feel that they are meant for each other.

Love is.. when Mom packed Dad's luggage before Dad went on business trips/ holidays.

Love is.. when Mom went round town on a Friday afternoon to buy food for Dad to have during tea time

Love is.. when Mom plucks Dad's white hair after dinner.

Love is.. when Mom took care of Dad when Dad was down with tonsilistis.

Love is.. when Mom sits on the coffee table with Dad every morning before he goes off to work, although she has taken her breakfast with her friends earlier.

Love is.. when Mom sets in speed dials on the mobile phone which Dad brings overseas. (my dad doesn't use a mobile phone. He doesn't even know how to unlock/lock the keypad)

Love is.. when Dad came back from a business trip and he bought Mom a bottle of Chanel No5 at KLIA and told her 'I got this for you because I've heard about this brand only'.

Love is.. when Dad kisses Mom before he goes off to work every morning.

Love is.. when Dad kisses Mom after he gets back from work every evening.

Love is.. when Dad gave Mom a birthday surprise last year. (He never gave Mom surprises before)

Love is.. when Dad still uses the pen which Mom gave to him some 20 years ago....