“Smile came naturally to my lips, that my cheeks hurt. My lips got tired of being stretched for so long. But still, it kept coming. The happiness, and the smile thereof. Sometimes when he mentions something, or at some gesture of his, my smile, came again in a sudden gush that I felt embarrassed myself to beam so much. That I thought the lips couldn’t stretch enough, the cheeks couldn’t take the whole of it, coming in a rush. For it was, happiness, from within. From deep down.”