She was not happy. Not really. So she did the best she could do and fake happiness.

After all, she knew what happy looked like so she acted happy. But for her, happiness was an elusive myth. That was her secret for years. She didn’t actually know happy but she could put on a good show. That she did.

People always commented on her cheerful disposition and her witty humor. “Pure sunshine,” they would say assuming a perfect description of her.

Meanwhile, when she was alone, she felt like hiding on the dark side of the moon.