“Only give me real smiles. If you’re sad, frown at me. If you’re mad, scowl.” Frown? Scowl? Those would give only a hint at the deep pit of sadness that exists in my heart. “What if I want to break down? Sob and cry and become an utter mess of a person. Maybe not even be a person anymore. What if I want to be a puddle? A sopping wet puddle of misery?”
