We Have No Right To Ask When A Sorrow Comes. . . ''Why Did This Happen To Me. . . ?'' Unless
We Ask The Same Question For Every Joy That Comes Our Way. . .
A Smile Is A Language Even A Baby Understands. . .
It Costs Nothing
But
It Creates Much
It Happens In A Falsh
But
The Memory Make, It May Last Forever
Keep Smiling :)
