Anger is an emotion she rarely associates herself with.

She feels irritation, frustration and annoyance. But rarely pure anger. Maybe she wants to distant herself from her own mother's short fuse or her parent's constant arguments during her life. But she hates seeing flashes of blood red when anger surfaces on a person's countenance.

It's amazing how ugly someone looks when they're angry.

Their veins throb more conspicuously, more lines appear on their face and they look as if they're being starved of love.

Anger can easily turn into hatred.

Hatred can turn into revenge.

And love becomes a distant memory. You become indifferent to happiness and joy. It's like an addiction. Like cigarettes and chocolate cake.

She doesn't want that.

Anyways, it's so much easier to smile.

Today, at work, I was serving someone who I presumed was a mother with 7 children. The children were pretty rowdy, running around, laughing, teasing each other, asking their mother for toy cameras etc. Kids being kids.

I felt quite sympathetic for the mother who amongst the chaos was attempting to push a trolley laden with toys (she obviously had already succumbed to their pleas and took a turn into Toys R Us) while trying to keep all seven children at bay.

She came to pay for a USB stick. My conversation with her went like this.

Me: The little ones must keep you busy
Lady: Tell me about it, but they're actually not all mine
Me: Oh really?
Lady: Yes, the three little ones over there are my friend's. She's ill with cancer
Me: Oh my.....that's incredibly nice of you to look after them for her! (I pass over the bag with the usb stick) I really hope she gets well soon.

The Lady looks at me with a downward glance "It doesn't look like she will. It's terminal. I've adopted her kids".

I take life too seriously sometimes. Things will come eventually if I try hard enough. I need to stay optimistic. Life can only be lived in light.