last night, while me and my brother were reading books, a crazy thought crossed my mind. "i'll smile." then my brother saw me, he didn't mind it at first. but later, he said, "stop it. i'm feeling uneasy!" he occasionaly laughs when he looks at me. i just continued to smile. "stop doing that," he insisted. but i didn't falter. i asked, "what's wrong with my smile?" he just laughed. and because of the uneasiness, he left to go to sleep. later i followed to fix my "bed," still smiling. he would peek from the blanket and giggle, because i'm still smiling. soon, i was giggling myself. i quickly finished my "bed," then went out to watch TV.
that act made me think... "yes, i smile to seldom here at home. that made my brother, and maybe me, uneasy."
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