Mother’s language has changed the way they communicate.

My husband and I often laugh at each other, using the language of Mother’s love.

“I’m sorry. It was hard, wasn’t it?” “It’s okay. I can do that!”

Whenever something hurts, we consciously greet each other like this.

They rarely argue and laugh at them.

At first, I felt awkward and shy. Sometimes, I get really angry.

I’m trying to respect her since she speaks the language of Mother’s love.

When I start to speak Mother’s language, discord disappears and love and respect grow.