The question

“Are you happy”? The question was a simple one.  A instantaneous lump formed in my throat. Tears squeezed from my eyes.  It wasn’t the “yes” or the “no” bringing tears. It was that you asked. Sometimes it’s all about the question, not the answer.

are you happy

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