Share this storyBehind the Smile
“I fell down the stairs. I was coming downstairs and my dog, Tinkerbell went around me and I tripped over her. It’s no big deal,” I lied effortlessly. She eyed me with suspicion but gave up when I offered no opportunity to pry. She began to teach. I began to relax. My hand raised itself to the sore spot on my shoulder, the one she hadn’t seen. I caressed it absentmindedly. I love you.





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