To Be Happy for No Reason

The boy who taught me happiness. And his ice cream. And me.

I just stared at him, mesmerised and totally captivated. A question popped into my head. Where does all this crazy energy comes from?

He had been running around, circling me on the bed. Half way in every round, he face-planted himself on the bed, on purpose. Then he got up and ran again. All the while, squealing, giggling and…

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Writer by heart. Teacher (English, Yoga, Pilates) by trade. Avid reader. World traveller. Model. You can reach me at agneslouis3108@gmail.com.

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Agnes Eveline Anton

Agnes Eveline Anton

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Writer by heart. Teacher (English, Yoga, Pilates) by trade. Avid reader. World traveller. Model. You can reach me at agneslouis3108@gmail.com.