When I was born, my father decided, "This girl will be a happy child. A girl who smiles even when she's sad. A girl who fills the world with laughter and happiness." and it was true. I was a happy child.
I happy child, not knowing the pain of the real world, not being able to comprehend how fake the smiles people gave me. The fake and cruel world was something I didn't know of. Just the happy one I was living in.
One day, I was no longer a happy child. My mother had breast cancer, and it had killed her. The face that would congragulate me for the silliest things, the face that made me food, and cradled me at night was no longer around.
My father cried, his usual face drenched in tears. The feeling of such sadness new to me, why wouldn't it go away? So I smiled, and told my father, that it would be okay. He smiled back. But the words did not come from my heart, for it was not okay. Nothing was. But I still smiled, masking my feelings.
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Smile
Historia Corta"I just smile." A girl knows no other than to smile, abandoning all other feelings. But will you really be happy, if all you do is smile?
