That was always her measure of the genuineness of a smile. She and her best friend once had a conversation where she had claimed she could pick all the genuine smiles in the hall. "How?" her best friend asked. "It's simple. A true smile reflects in the eyes." she would answer.
Alright, then. It's finally time. I've NEVER spoken about my Mom on a public platform or for that matter, I don't even talk about her with my friends or my family, because talking or even thinking about her feels worse than dying on being stabbed with the sharpest knife a one thousand and ninety-nine times [...]
Once upon a time, in a far away land, Lived a beautiful queen with her smile so bright, her King tall and dark, and a princess with the widest eyes! Their lives were the merriest and their laughters so loud! Hers was a kingdom all filled with smiles, Unicorns and rainbows, and people so fine. They laughed and celebrated, [...]