My acro talks to me. Everyday, i spend some time to look and listens to all my acro. Each will tell me how they’re doing and what they need. The colorful one always reaching out long polyps are telling me they’re happy. The brown one complained that its not getting enough light and need a bit more flow because its growing too thin. Few are frustrated because they’re annoyed by little bugs bugging them. Then there are the anorexic one that didnt take their calcium and carbonate so they have brittle bones that break easy. And some are depress and committed suicide over night.
I try my best every day to listen to them all. There’s no such thing as perfect parent(s) but the effort is valuable.