“I like it when my mum cooks for me.”

“You feel loved when you get to eat something good. You told me the other time about your father cooking chicken rice for you.”

“No, he doesn’t cook for me. He brings me to this chicken rice stall near Northpoint.”

“Do you know that your primary love language is food?” (and then proceeds to give him an introduction of the 5 love languages)

—- I don’t expect this crop of fourth graders students to remember me but I do hope that this boy will remember that “last time there was a teacher who told me that my primary love language is food”.

On a personal note, it’s always satisfying when I pull snatches of conversations together to reveal something momentous about a person.

—- Postscript: Informed his mum about this episode. She then told me that her son had asked her to make a cake so that he could bring a slice to school for me. 😍

Before our chat today, he already intuitively knew how to show love to others using his love language. Kinda touched.