s-m-i-l-e

I was a child that smiled. I was the smiling daughter of two loving parents. I smiled and I smiled until my gums bled. That wasn't something my parents told me to do. I just knew that everyone expected it. And I knew that I'd gain from it.

Now I don't smile as much as I used to. Been there, done that-kinda thing. But when I do, it's with a purpose. Because I know, as I knew then, that a smile is a kind of currency. You smile- you get something back. Do I sound like a terrible person?