Is it the woman hiding her past, ensuring a future?
Is it the teen son moving out, preventing disappointment when his own son is born?
Is it the beautiful daughter fearing her own perfection so much, she cuts herself?
Is it the strong husband, losing his father to death and his son to greed?
Is it the loving Grandmother with breast cancer, who won’t ever admit to a cough?
No. It’s the new life, built by the woman…
The joy from the son’s son.
The inner light for daughter to find.
The stone silence of husband’s best friend, dog.
It’s the holding Grandmother’s hand, when cancer bites. That is happiness.