When my son was very young I was the apple of his eye. Although he was autistic he expressed his emotions with actions. The action of always bringing me something back when he went shopping with his class. The presence of mind to say I love you and follow it up with a hug. Today he’s a young man, mindful of his dependence, yet determined not to be needy. The I love yous are not as vocal but nevertheless expressed with the action of resting his hand, however briefly, upon my shoulder.