three was all i could take.
but it wasn't until i held the hand of the last one that the tears began.
i didn't think people would respond to our mandarin oranges and words.
or maybe they didn't.
they responded to love.
touch.
words.
"terima kasih" "xie xie" "thank you"
i think i found my love languages.
if my grandma was there in their shoes,
and somebody showed her love that way,
i think she would have cried too.
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