My Smile Was Taken Long Ago Mga Nobela at Kwento

I smiled. The End

I took a hesitant step, then another, my feet moving as if guided by an unseen force. As I drew closer, she turned, her face illuminated by the soft light from the bright sun in the garden. And there it was, the smile. The warm, radiant smile that had been stolen from her too soon, a smile I hadn't seen in years, a smile that radiated pure joy. It was a smile that broke my heart, a painful reminder of everything I had lost. "Mom?" My voice was a hoarse whisper, barely audible above the gentle rustling of leaves and the soft chirping of unseen birds.

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

I couldn't smile. What was there to smile about? What was there to be happy about? None. Searching my life thoroughly, I found none. As far as I could remember, it's been years since I smiled. I couldn't smile when I was shackled to the wall, thrown behind a cell, nor could I smile when I was punished, locked inside the correction room, screaming my lungs out in pain. The woman behind my smile was gone, leaving me behind with monsters. Memories filled my head, memories of my younger self, grinning from ear to ear whenever my mum took me to the mall or got me my favourite Barbie doll.

He bows his head, I was going to argue with him about my underwear but before I could he disappeared out the door. A smile crawled up my lips, an actual smile. I haven't smiled in such a long time, the last genuine smile I had was with my mother. What was happening with me?

"I would never" "I know," I said. "I'm just saying." The almost-smile made it all the way this time. Full and real and gone quickly but there. It occurred to me looking at him that I had never actually seen him smile properly. Not in ten years. Not once in all the events and the collections and the kitchen islands and the late nights. He smiled for photographs and he smiled at things that were useful to smile at but the real one, the unplanned one I wasn't sure I'd seen it before.

“Baby… I’m sorry I was a bit rough, it's been…” “Shh… I know,” I whispered. He gently nudged my face and craned his neck so he could face me, and with our noses touching, he smiled at me. Christ! How was I able to survive all these years without him? I remember this smile -- this rear smile that always lights up my inside like an explosion of fireworks. This smile that I would spend a whole day anticipating and looking forward to doing something that would make him look at me like this.

"And also the time when you won the highest bid at the auction house in Florida against the Arnold's. You also had that mischievous smile on your face." "Serves him right. He was being an arrogant prick that thinks he has the entire world at his feet." I hissed regrettably. The elevator dinged and we both stepped out. "At least I was right and able to prove a point. You always smile for the wrong reasons." "Now that's where you're wrong Karla." I chided her. "This smile is different from the smile I had months ago from those experiences. It's very different and it's also as a result of something different and quite special as well. I am smiling and yes, It is because I'm happy but definitely

My hair, which had been styled by my mother's makeup artist, was down to my waist. And a smile was always on my lips when I was introduced or reacquainted with everyone here. My teeth would dry out later from being used to smiling and laughing falsely so often. I'm like the cover of a cheap novel, so pretty, but if anyone opens it, it's nothing.

He grumbled, taking his phone out of his jacket. I shrugged at him with a smirk on my face, wiggling my brows playfully. He wore a playful smile of his own, no longer glaring at me. I missed this. The easy smiles and gentle air. I've never had it all in life. Never been even close to it but from a young age, I learned to appreciate being cared for and loved.