Of my daughters writing challenge.
What makes me happy. For me I love seeing other people happy, it’s infectious. I do however have days where happiness seems a thing of mystery.
I love feeling a hot sun on my skin and swimming in the sea.
My husband, he’s a cutie, cry’s at sad parts on TV and works so hard.
Watching our dog run around and smile at people.
Spying on the guinea pigs, watching them leap with happiness.
My daughter is the source of all happiness overall, even if she’s having a typical teenager strop. She cheers me up, makes me laugh, tries her best and keeps on going. If I had to given up watching other people smile and the sun for her, I can honestly say she would still fill my quota and more with happiness.
Stop Walking on Egg Shells 