A Smiling Face

The small boy of the family had talked often to his playmates of the approaching visit of his grandmother, whom he loved very much. Shortly after her arrival, a little neighbor while playing with him said, "Your grandmother's old; she has white hair." Only a moment did he pause, and then as if stating a great fact he replied, "My grandmother is not old; she has a smiling face."

A face reflecting joy, kindness, selflessness never records the number of winters it has seen, but only larger experience.

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Spontaneity
September 30, 1944
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