Can I ask you something?
The way that I used to smile. What did my smile look like to you? I guess I’m aware of it myself but it hits a little different when my mum said it to me. She said she missed the smile that I had last year but she hasn’t seen it again this year.
Can I ask you something else?
There are many questions in my head, but the only question that I really want to ask is: do you like it more when I’m there or when I’m gone?
