#WritcoStoryPrompt84

I see your smiles every day...
Grandparents, now long gone... My grandmothers were cheerful women, each in their own ways...
Actually, I don't remember my mum's father smiling once, but he was an honest man, beaten by life and work. I wonder if that's my fate as well...
I remember my mum's smile... Before she lost her ability to feel thanks to alcohol and also nearly all her teeth... She used to be a...