Humor was hopeless

Im going to be honest; since my mothers death, I was never as expressive or open with people as I was when she was still alive. I was just more comfortable keeping to myself. She loved me so much, and I was just naturally happy, but that was the old definition of Leo Valdez. Since her death, I had to pretend. Happiness wasn't natural anymore, it wasn't me. I felt alone, and humor was a good way to hide the pain. I think that my mom was the only real friend I had, the only person who I was myself around, but that was until I met Jason. He gave me a reason to try and be the real Leo, he gave me a friend.