He loved laughing. It was infectious. When people heard it, they started laughing too, even if they didn’t know what was causing the laughter. When they asked him what he was laughing about, he would just break down in laughter. And they would just laugh along.
They never saw him sad or angry. He always carried a smile. And he turned serious conversations into stories everyone could laugh about. His joy was infectious.
They never knew where he came from. Or what his job was. Maybe he’s an alien and they laughed at that. Not realizing how true that was.
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Kindly assist a struggling writer through Ko-fi.