"I can't remember last time I smiled any longer..
As I was just sitting there, lost in my own sadness, he suddenly came up to me.
He gave me a piece of paper and said, "It doesn't suit you to be sad. I would think you'd look much better if you smile."
And then he walked away. I sat there, looking at the paper he gave me.
It was a sketch of me. A sketch of me smiling.
Why am I always so sad? Is it because I no longer smile?"
