Some Jamaican homes are full of love.
Food appears when you are hungry.
Somebody sends you home with something.
Your auntie remembers exactly how you like your tea.
People turn up when somebody dies.
And still, the same family may struggle to say:
“That hurt me.”
Care and communication are not automatically the same skill.
Sometimes love is obvious in what people do while emotional language remains scarce.
That can leave people knowing they are loved but still wondering whether they are understood.
Families do not need to become perfect emotional laboratories.
Sometimes change begins with one different sentence:
“Mi hear what yuh saying.”
That sentence does not solve generations.
It does make room.