The most beautiful smile I ever saw was on a face with crooked teeth, crooked and yellow, not from cigars or tobacco, No, from lack of care probably.
And this face had the brownest of eyes. A hint of mischief. A glimmer of hope.
He half walked, half ran, bent to fix his slippers, slippers so flat it was like walking on sand. I followed with my eyes.
He met her, she gave it to him. A big bucket of purewater and a warning to come back with an empty bucket and a full purse.
I saw him stagger a little . The weight too much for his small frame. I followed with my eyes. Down the road he went, dusty dusty road he went and then he saw them, five boys and a girl, laughing, taking selfies.
He stopped, stared.
She saw him. The pretty girl in the red dress with hair cut like a boy. She saw him stare and walked closer, closer and stooped.
For you see he was smaller, only but nine years,brought the heavy bucket down his head and held the phone in front of his face.
“Smile” she said
And then I saw it.
The most beautiful smile I had ever seen.