Plenty of things in life make me smile.
Warm rain, Mexican food, Christmas, new clothes,
old friends, holding hands, sleeping in, the smell of fresh laundry, sitting on the floor, Berlin, walking home at 6am, taking pictures, learning a new word, having my back tickled, coffee and cake, the sound of a record finishing, music, Disney movies, snow, the cinema.
But you,
telling me to smile,
after seven hours on my feet behind a hot bar,
rushing around a shop floor hanging out clothes,
serving food for you to eat,
is not one of them.
And if you're telling me to smile
because "It might never happen",
it already did,
when you decided,
that as a woman,
I must be smiling.
****.
You.
Now I'm smiling.