I smile at everyone that passes by, but it’s rare that anyone acknowledges me.
I think it’s my missing teeth. Or maybe it’s because I blend in with the scenery, a footnote to all the day’s excitement.
I’ll keep grinning either way. I can’t help it. My smile will glow until my light fades.
Dozens of trick-or-treaters march the streets, and I greet them all. This is my one night to shine, the one day—oh no, teenagers.