My Smile

My grandma’s sister in law came to stay with us after her husband (my grandmother’s brother) passed away. She was, and remains, a highly religious woman who believed god could cure all. Though it might have gotten a bit overbearing at times, she really did mean well.

One day when I had finished practice, I came home to grab some food before my classes started. I walked in and smiled at my great aunt and she stopped and stared at me.

“You have a the brightest smile that shines like the sun when you walk into a room. Really, it’s just such a happy smile!”

I never forgot that. She moved out a time later and I haven’t seen her in years. But that genuine observation and her choice to tell me what I was giving to the world; it was priceless to me. It had nothing to do with my looks. It was a compliment about my essence.

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