FATHER ALWAYS SMILING

FATHER ALWAYS SMILING

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Seven-year-old Amalie Hilmarsson loves her Father, who, throughout her life thus far, has never stopped smiling. No matter what. He never stops. He just always holding a cheery disposition; even in the worst of circumstances, his smile never wavers, as though it's a permanent fixture to his rather handsome face. No matter how big or small, his smile is always there. Some who found it strange and unnerving asked her about it, but Amalie will never say aloud for one reason or another. As though she fears people discovering something horrible. Not about her, but of her Father... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elain Charlotte Ortiz, a seventeen-year-old girl of mixed heritage, has moved from the United States to across the border in Canada to start a new life with her family. Though Elian feels apprehensive and to blame for the move, she is somewhat optimistic, given how things were at her old school. And it is here where she meets the peculiar girl named Amalie and her Father. A rather handsome man whose rather kind, but as time goes on, Elain cannot help but feel that something is... off.
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