My family has never been a loving one.

There is no way to deny it.

We don't go around proclaiming our love for each other, or hugging or even less, God Forbid, kissing.

We just do our thang and we know we love each other and that's enough for everyone.

But every once in a while, there will come a weird day where someone will do something to demonstrate their love like for example:

Buy a pound of smoked ham, have it deli sliced and place it in your fridge.

With a voice mail that said: "I bought you some ham cause you said you like it the other days".

Who ever knew smoked ham could say I love you.

Vietnam you are a weird man.