28/08/2017
Ever since I was a little girl I was always asking people if they were happy and all of them would say yes with a big smile on their faces. After they answer they would always ask me the same thing and I would have the same answer and the same reaction.
As I grew up I started being afraid to ask people that because I started paying attention to the problems people had, I didn't want them to say out loud that they weren't happy not just because they would feel worse, but also because I couldn't do anything about it.
At some point I started having my own problems too, so I didn't ask if they were happy so they wouldn't ask me the same thing after and I didn't have to answer that I wasn't.
I noticed people around me were starting to feel sad too for seeing me like that. So when I started to get better everyone around me started too. And finally I was able to ask that question again.
Two days ago I looked at my grandma and asked If she was happy, she said yes with a big smile and asked me the same question and I had the same answer, and same reaction.
I am happy.
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