Epilogue

8-5-2015

She moves from one room to another, never missing a beat, well- composed and articulate, she shares a laugher or two with her guests.

I look into the mirror. A defiant pair of eyes stared right back at me, irritatingly unintimidated, as if daring me to put on-

-To put on a show. She cuddles in for a hug with her friends, while directing a broad grin to the camera.

I look into the mirror. My cheeks are swelled up from all the pretentious smiling.

I like to think that every thing is fine, that nature will takes its course, that the sun will rise no matter how dark the night is.

I like to think we will get up after every fall, that every frown will finds it way to curve itself up to a smile.

I am probably right.