DOYA:
A smile.
She didn't always smile. There was even a time when she never did. A smile was a gift she gave to those around her, a testimony of her joy. A testimony of her peace of mind. For a brief moment, there was no darkness around her. there was nothing to worry about. For a moment, there was a reason to be alive, a purpose if you will. There was the comfort of knowing your very existence had meaning and you were not easy to replace. you belonged. She belonged. The best way she found to show her gratitude was to smile for it was the hardest thing to get from her. It was something she thought she lost up until she met them... up until she met him.
A smile...
Her smile.
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