If You Are Not Happy…

The room was set abuzz with laughter and words of greetings, joyful melodious music filled the entire hallway. People were groomed to the best they can, handsome and suave for the men, elegant and graceful for the ladies.

Warm smiles abound. Hugs were given. Outstretched arms welcomed the sight of old friends and new acquaintances alike.

A little baby in a princess dress huddled and wobbled unsteadily across the crowded path of people. Faces lit up as they saw how adorable this little sweetie-pie was. Everyone wanted to hug her, carry her and pinch her cheeks. After all, she was the star of the night. She was born one year ago on this day.

The two level cake was rolled out, it was in the shape of Mickey mouse. The little pixie gazed interestingly at the cake with that of a sweet subtle smile, captivated by the multitude of colors on Mickey. A candle was lit and everyone took in a deep breath in anticipation. Everybody knew what song to sing…

“Damn it!!!”

Instead of an uplifting tone of a happy song, a screeching scream permeated the air and the gigantic venue. The decibels were high, too high to ignore, especially when the pitch was that piercing to the ears.

As the heads of the guests turned toward the far corner of the room, a lady was seen shouting to her partner or to be more precise, her ex-partner, for the last 4 minutes.

“How could you do this to me!”, she screamed again. “After all these years, you… you…” What had contained in her exclamations, was a long list of unspeakables.

The man could tolerate this no longer, his ego bruised and ‘malehood’ insulted. Not being very conversational, he allowed his most brutal instinct to take over.

His respond was one not of words, but of action.

Instantly a patch of redness the size of a palm appeared on the woman’s left cheek. Her earring on the same side shooked so hard that it threatened to dislodge. Mascara ran, completely ruined by her tears. The looks in her eyes were no longer scary, it was scarier. Looks that can consume a man and can literally tear him apart.

She returned the blasting blow to his face, the man staggered a few steps back but was unhurt. Not wanting to make a scene (as if they haven’t already), the man hurriedly dragged the woman by her arms, through the hallway, down the stairs and harshly pushed her to his Honda.

When they drove away, sounds and shouts could still be heard from the retreating vehicle.

The crowd was stunned… including our little princess. She stared at the incident, wide-eyed and totally forgot about Mickey and his colorful costume.

Mommy was wise, she quickly brought princess into her playroom before another round of wailing can start in the hall.

People left the party, one by one… in silence…

No one was happy. Not anymore. Not tonight…

Emotions are infectious. We are all connected by emotions.

If you are not happy, don’t expect others around you to be happy.

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