Smile

Beneath the turbulent storm of anger, angst, misery, and distrust lies a fragile thread of hope—a single, radiant smile capable of piercing through the heavy veil of discontent. Even you, Mr. Henderson, are not immune to this quiet power. Many wander through the shadows, mourning the fading echo of empathy, the vanishing sanctuary of care and compassion. Beyond this somber shroud, there pulses an enduring current of love and kindness—gentle, unwavering, and alive still.