It was a hot afternoon. Half of the population were taking siesta and taking a rest from a tiring morning.
The sun rays are reflecting through the open window in our dining area.
I was with my godchild and her grandma, eating peacefully with a little conversations about anything.
My godchild was six years old that time. She likes to wear her swimsuit even if she's not going to swim. She finds it comfortably amazing. With her messy bun and incomplete teeth, she's enjoying the soup I cooked just for her.
In the middle of our meal, I decided to throw a joke. I know that it's not as funny as any other jokes but I think they'll like it. The moment I threw it was the moment that I realized something.
I am already twenty and I've been through a lot. From school project problems, to heart breaks, job, I already experienced a lot of pain.
I don't even remember when I laugh at simple jokes or smile without thinking how my problems will be gone. I don't clearly remember when I can't breath for laughing out loud. I don't even remember when was the last time my tears dropped because of so much happiness.
That hits me, the kind of laughter I used to do when I was young. How life was so satisfying when my mother bought me candies. How happy I am thinking that I am living a perfect life.
That laugh. Her laugh reminds of awesome things I have done in my life. It made me think of my childhood and growing up stage. That sound when she opened her mouth and let out a heartful laugh. That's when I realized, when will that smile change. When will that real laugh change into a bitter one. When will that happiness going to end.
When will I do that again.