"I saw on WeChat that you were thinking of your parents again," you said, suddenly shifting the topic, your expression turning solemn. "You can't always dwell in sadness. Your emotions will affect your child." You reached out to stroke the baby's cheek once more and whispered, "What a lovely child. I wish I had a son." At that moment, I struggled to suppress my rising anger and replied calmly, "Boys and girls are the same. Sometimes, boys are even less sensible and filial than girls." In truth, I desperately wanted to demand, "If she had given birth to a boy, would you have stayed by her side?"
On the way back, although you kept chatting and trying to create a lighthearted atmosphere, I could not feel happy. As we got off the car, you suddenly said to me, "Cheer up, girl! A smile is a remedy for emotional wounds. Especially in the cold winter, you must wear a smile to let happiness enter your life." Despite the shadows your actions cast upon my heart, I was moved to tears. I wiped away my tears, took a deep breath, and said, "Thank you, Lao Cui. I will let happiness into my life. Thank you, you dear fellow!"
Yes, only by wearing a smile—even if it is a forced one—can one drive away sorrow and allow happiness into life. Regardless of the pain you have endured or whether your past was bright or dark, what matters most is how you choose to face it. Even if some wounds have left deep scars on your soul, the most important thing is to adjust yourself in time. This, perhaps, is the essence of "smiling through life."
