I am saving every smile of mine, not sure when it will return. Like ants saving food for the rain, like a child putting coins in a piggy bank, I keep my smiles safe, so I can feel them again. I cannot go back in time, but I can remember the happiness I once had. Closing my eyes, I go back to that moment— before the rain, when a gentle wind blew, before the lonely tears, and a soft smile touched my lips