I always found myself wondering: how does she do it? How? Is it really possible for one person to overflow with that much happiness, that much love?
Evidently it is possible, because there she stood before me, ordering me into the kitchen to get myself a plate of food. She is infectious--it is not possible to frown when seated in her living room.
She doesn't understand sadness. When she cannot bake from the recipe her cousin gave her because she is still angry at her for dying, I think she must feel sadness, but feeling is not the same as understanding, certainly not the same as accepting. Emotions can be felt reluctantly, as perhaps should be sadness.
What she does understand is love--joyful love. That is one emotion that should never take company with reluctance. I saw her cook and hug and smile and laugh and worry over her family like each member was the most beautiful thing on earth.
And she was so busily happy.
I still do not understand the how, although I wish I could duplicate it. But the why... Why not? Why not smile?
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Rereading my words, I feel cheesy. But I also feel they are true.
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