روايات وقصص ضمن Perpetual Smiler

"Wow! Professor King, is this your little one? So adorable!!" "He's the spitting image of Mr. Guller, so... was Mr. Guller just as cute when he was a kid??" "Come on, the cuteness has to come from our Professor King!" "Hey, little buddy, how old are you now?" Smiley held up one finger and sweetly replied, "I'm Smiley. I'm three years old. Hi there, big brothers and sisters!" "Aw, what a charmer this little one is!"

It reminded me of her own words as her own voice played inside my head. "When people smile a lot it doesn't mean they are happy but it means there is something wrong with them....Smile is plaster to the face that tries to remold life but when the plaster is put for long, it makes one forget that it isn't real. The world they are trying to find by ignoring the bad things but always smiling isn't real. So there is no such thing as perfection and always happy. That is what reality is....Not always happy and smiling......." "You are not real mom" i smiled bavk at her as a tear eased down my eyes.

the old man continued with a challenging smile. ****😔🙄😔***

he just didn't say a word and a smile once again drew on his lips with a shake of his head. "Oh, oh! what do those smiles of yours mean? Maybe, you also lust after my Mr. Yummy, right?" it still sticks to him. "Desire? It's really me?" said the girl and pointed to herself. "Hey, Bea. It's not like you're the youngest and most beautiful salesperson here, you should tell me that I'm ugly and not worthy of Mr. Yummy." Perla joked while holding her two arms. "You know Perla, I'm not interested in him. So he's yours." He looked at her which made Perla happy.

He smiles. “Exactly.”

Then a warm smile works up to his face, as he calmly apologizes. "I am, so so sorry for his immature driving. We're sorry." He flashes a cute grin at us, at least it was cute at first. Before it slowly turned fake, his eyes squinting slightly, with his lips. Oh gods! What is happening to them? It twitched and curved upwards in an uneasy manner. Like the smile would kill him. He couldn't even hold the grin for long. "He is terrible at making a fake smile." I thought to myself. "I'm Daniel by the way. Daniel smith."

A false smile, but people don’t notice, my cheeks burn in pain at the permanent on slaughter of fakeness. I don’t talk to people. I smile. I smile until it’s too painful to keep it latched onto my face. I smile until tears streaming down that face. I smiled until I’m screamed at and kicked at by my fellow peers. But it’s okay. It’s always been okay.