Smiles

Everyone in my family has a different smile. My father's smile is like smirking, barely showing his teeth. And me, mine is cheesy. Almost always never meaning it. Brandon's smile is devilish and awnry. Sarah's smile is big and is always smiling. 

But my mothers smile, my mother's smile, is sweet, always comforting when she smiles at you, when she is talking to you, talking to you and you feel safe, is the warm smile, when she makes room for you on her side of the bed still warm from her skin, and you sleep near her, the rain outside falling and papa snoring. The snoring, the raining, and mama's comforting smile.