Kebahagiaan Kecilku Novels & Stories

I watched Carissa—how her face remained calm even with a trace of weariness, how she could still smile even after hearing news that might change her family’s life forever. I wished I could be that serene. But I was only a man carrying too many secrets. Carissa suddenly chuckled softly. “Life is funny, isn’t it?” I raised a brow. “Funny how?” “Well… sometimes we get caught up thinking about big things—how to survive, how to make people believe in us. But in the end, happiness comes from the little things. Like sitting here on the porch, talking like this, or just sharing tea.” I smiled too, though there was bitterness I couldn’t hide. “You’re right. It’s the little things that remind us—we’re

Her smile is contagious. "My pleasure" *************************** Aw.

I have stopped sabering and am currently living in the moment. The key to happiness lies in small gestures such as a child's laughter, hugs from loved ones, and morning coffee. With my eyes fixed on the road, I imagined Liam and Noah arriving at school by now. My smile widened unconsciously. I spied the fridge door open and observed its contents for some time. There were no snags on milk, eggs and butter -- except for some fresh fruit. I exhaled and smiled. The. I thought today was the perfect time to make something sweet for Noah. He was so excited when I baked something.

"Sometimes, my dear, happiness finds us when we least expect it. Embrace it, cherish it, and let it fuel your spirit. It's a beautiful thing." His words resonated deep within me, affirming the inexplicable joy that had blossomed within my soul. As I joined the rest of my coworkers, laughter and camaraderie filled the air, and I knew that this day would be one to be cherished—a day where happiness reigned supreme, and where the radiance within me would touch the lives of those around me.

It had been written in such a cautious tone that my heart had ached after reading it. "Wait, are you crying? Are you that excited? I told you you would make it big one day, right? Here's your chance!" Monica teased. She was the only one who knew how hard I'd worked over the years and couldn't help feeling relieved that things were finally looking up for me.

“The future, the past, all of it. But right now… it’s just us.” They stayed there, in the quiet garden, letting the world move around them without concern. No threats, no dangers, no shadows. Just the slow, steady pulse of life they had fought so hard to reach. Grace leaned into him, letting the warmth of his body anchor her, and in that simple, ordinary morning, she realized something profound: happiness didn’t have to be grandiose or dramatic. It could be slow, gentle, patient. It could be found in the small, unremarkable moments shared with someone who understood you completely.

Leo immediately started talking about school, games, and a classmate who accidentally spilled paint on himself. Naomi listened carefully while smiling. These moments healed her more than anything else. Simple conversations. Warm food. Laughter inside a small apartment. For years she thought happiness needed something big. Money. Success. Security. But now she realized happiness often lived inside tiny moments people almost ignored. Later that night, after dinner, Naomi sat near the window sketching quietly while Leo colored beside her. “Mama?” “Yes?” “Are we poor?” Naomi blinked in surprise. “Why are you asking that?”

"Everything might not be looking sweet, but you have to be grateful for the little things. And you're growing. You're better than you were before, and things will only go up from here." "I'm grateful for what I have now, and I know the bad side will go away, but I can't help but want to reach this perfect life that I have in my head." I mumbled and drew patterns on my knee with my finger. "And what does that perfect life look like?"

Then, I said, "You can just pour them down the drain." I hung up after that. The final dark spot in my life had been erased, and I felt light-hearted and free.

Happiness blooms in our souls like a rose in the middle of a meadow. It’s the warmth of a genuine smile, the embrace of laughter’s gentle caress. It dances in our hearts and paints our lives with so much gratitude and joy. Today, I’m overcome with happiness. In our little corner café, Clara and I shared some quality time together even with Geon following me everywhere. Lorenzo thinks my life is still in danger although Gustav is in the wind and he can’t seem to find him or his mother.