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I smile at children all the time when I am out, you just never know if that will be their only form of nice human contact in a day. So hard to know what goes on behind closed doors. In some ways it is much the same as domestic violence.
He asked me about my family. I told him about my grandma on my mom's side who lived with us. She was filled with nobility and goodness, told me once that happiness isn't on the road to anything. That happiness is the road. Had also instructed me to be kind because everyone you'll ever meet is fighting a hard battle.
