Cynthia appeared again before my eyes unexpectedly. Something inside me stirred and was awaken, even if I could only watch her from behind as she slipped into a seat just as the workshop was about to start. The fringe of hair above her left eyebrow was again pinched back with a black-stripped white hairpin. She has a rather small body frame, I thought, slim waist and all - typical of Asian woman. I so wish to see that smile on her face again and again. I somehow know I would never get weary of it - no, not a chance at all.
PS: Just a thought: what is in a smile? - A thousand unspoken words and emotions, a lifetime of beliefs and memories?
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