Lena had always believed food was her love language. Her husband, Aaron, adored apple pie, and every time she baked one, his delight filled their home with warmth. For his birthday, she wanted something simple and sincere. She spent hours perfecting the pie, brushing the crust until it shone and writing a small message on top: “To my lovely hubby.” It was meant only for him, a quiet expression of love.
That evening, friends gathered, laughter filled the room, and the pie took center stage on the table. When Lena brought it out, everyone clapped. As guests leaned in to read the message, a few chuckled. Aaron, caught in the moment, joked about being spoiled. The room laughed, but Lena felt her face grow warm. What had been heartfelt now felt exposed, turned into a joke she never meant to share.
