“She doesn’t smile much, does she?” my aunt pointed out one afternoon as we sat across each other on her living room set. I was 11 years old back then, but that moment still lingers even now.
No. I rarely ever smiled and really didn’t say much, either. That all changed once I turned 18. I was determined to become more social in order to make more friends.
Now, I smile as often as I can for an entirely different reason, which is to share positivity with others. Just like you, I’ve got problems too and no one really wants anything to do with drama.
There are too many things in our lives that upset us whether they result in a bad day or when something goes unplanned. I smile for the both of us because someone has to and because happiness is something we can all share.