Narration of a smile

            Simple word play begins a story. One of the childhood
of giggles. Such joy seated inside this story but also of
sorrow.

            Tiny whispers echo into the wind as the start takes
flight. Calmly, softly the narration opens with a viewing
of a family enjoying the rays of sunshine.

            The motion behind lead up to this day but first
the mind, the speaker draws attention to the motions
that caused cracked silence.

            The only thing in the darkened room echoing is
th brightness of one child's smile. One small girl who though
to make others laugh was the best part of life.

           Oh how some wanted to put a stamp on it, toss
out all the positive possiblities. Still she smile, maybe only
inside but she never lost the joy in all situations that
were placed before her.

          Is that not just grand? The narrator asks. Shh
the story begins to plan out new levels. Wait. Wait. Wait
you will see.

         One day someone took away all "things" and loved
one from her. Still one grabbed her, drawing ever so
close in the warmth. She stumbled a little. She cried
a lot. She learned from the experiences and set goals
to achieve other ways to make people see her laughter.

        Still ever so cautiously she began to open to those
around her. Showing the possibilities inside all this
negativity. Her eyes of radiant blue shined bright, once
more.

       The echoes of joy and happiness emerged. The tears
of finally having something that was worth more than
gold. To finally be herself once more, the little girl who
smiled and brough laughter to those in need, now a
woman.

        Indeed how a family draws us closer. One common
bond with millions. Jehovah. Did you see the flashback
of the beginning in your mind?

       Such wonders of family enjoying the rays of
the sunshine. However the term of family placed loosely.
One would associate with siblings, a mother and father.

      Alas not this picture. This one of sisters and
brothers enjoying the sun poking through clouds. The
kisses of Jehovah placed firmly across our foreheads.

     Indeed I am the girl who's only quest in childhood
was to make others smile, laugh and be happy.

     Now after being pressed silent but not dead I aim to
find the road upon my path to help wherever I can.

      So dear friend, my sibling do you think you would
like to join me in that journey? To help as many as
we can smile, find joy and seek laughter? Also to kindly
remind me of why I am smiling?

    Do you? Would you?