Photo Credit Pars Sahin
LOVE Languages
BY HEATHER REID
uring the long winter
months here in Chicago, I
save lists of shows and
movies to watch while on the Peloton, especially on days when it’s just too gloomy and sub-zero to go outside. Ironically, one of the warmest shows I watched during this especially bitter season was North of North, the story of a young Inuk mother named Siaja finding herself as she navigates her mother’s past, raises her daughter, and struggles with her rocky relationship with her husband, Ting, in a small village in the Arctic Circle.
Siaja and Ting are separated, at her request. At one point, Ting tries to reconcile by flattering her with compliments and mentioning that he’s been reading about Love Languages. Hers, he notes, is Words of Affirmation. Meanwhile, he’s left the house they once shared in total disarray, which Siaja quietly worry-cleans when Ting goes missing after a hunting trip. Later, in a more tender moment, he tells her, “Just so you know, this is my love language.”
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