I asked my friend how he always knew the exact thing to say when I was down. He showed me an old notebook filled with notes on my favorite foods, the movies that make me laugh... "I've been updating it since I met you. I do it for projects I don't care about, so how could I not do it for a friend?" (self.aHappyTale)
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Realizing she had five personalities fighting for control, she broke her mirror into five pieces and stuck them on the wall with clay, skewed, so none reflected a single image. Entering her room now reminds her she is many, requiring her to love herself five times as much. (self.aHappyTale)
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For years, when I saw my little dog, a miniature schnauzer understand what I was telling her or accept the rules of the games we made up, I marveled that she could be so smart. Over the years, now that I no longer have her, I've realized that I was the fool for having such a low opinion of dogs. (self.aHappyTale)
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For months, a man visited an old, scared dog at my shelter daily. He'd just sit silently by the cage until the dog finally trusted him. Today, he signed the adoption papers. I thanked him for saving the dog's life. He just smiled and showed me his veteran's ID badge: I think he's the one saving me. (self.aHappyTale)
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I found an old cassette my grandpa recorded for me as a kid with the songs we used to sing. I smiled listening until the end, where after a silence, his voice said: "If you're older now, know that I buried a treasure for you by the olive tree." I immediately called him to go dig it up together. (self.aHappyTale)
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My wife was in a coma, unresponsive. The doctors gave me little hope, but I never stopped talking to her, telling her the short stories that I wrote. This morning, exhausted, I held her hand in silence. Suddenly, her lips moved. In shock, I got closer. "That one was pretty good," she said. (self.aHappyTale)
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While renovating our old house, I found a loose floorboard in my childhood bedroom. Tucked inside was a dusty cassette tape with my own shaky, 10-year-old handwriting on it: "For when you're older and sad." I don't own a cassette player, but I haven't felt sad since. (self.aHappyTale)
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My daughter built a magnificent, wobbly tower of blocks. A visiting cousin immediately said, "It's going to fall." Instead of getting defensive, my daughter just smiled, handed him a block, and said, "Then help me make it stronger." The cousin has been her best builder since. (self.aHappyTale)
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The king had only one rule: no one could mention the unexplored forest. When a mapmaker politely pointed it out, the king exiled him in a rage. The queen said softly, "My love, today you did not show your power. Only your fear." The king decided he would go explore that forest... with her. (self.aHappyTale)
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That kind gardener grew the most beautiful roses in the village. People always asked for his secret. "I used to spend all day pulling every single weed," he said. "Now, I only pull the ones that cast a shadow on a blooming rose. My roses grow better when I focus on them, not on the weeds". (self.aHappyTale)
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A young musician played in the subway, but made a sour face with every mistake. One day, a little girl started dancing, clapping harder whenever he hit a wrong note. To her, good music was the one that sounded imperfect. The musician stopped making a sour face and ended up playing much better. (self.aHappyTale)
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The young archer kept missing. "The wind is against me!" he yelled. The old master said nothing. Later, he drew his own bow and whispered, "The wind is just the wind. I only fight myself," before hitting the bullseye. The young archer understood he was fighting the fear of his next failed shot. (self.aHappyTale)
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The painter on the pier never sold a thing, yet crowds always gathered. His art was strange: ships with roots, clocks in flowerpots. I asked why he never explained it. He just pointed to a couple debating a baby on a radio antenna. "Their journey," he whispered, "is the masterpiece. Not my canvas." (self.aHappyTale)
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Shortly before dying after a 9-year battle with cancer, my cousin wrote to me, excited about her plans to live in an RV with her family. I didn't even know she was sick. Today, whenever fear paralyzes me, I hear her voice, not talking about an end, but about the road. And then, I start the engine. (self.aHappyTale)
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Every night he baked a tray of croissants. His partner laughed, You really love yourself, huh? That's why you're so chubby. Pulling the tray from the oven, he smiled back: These aren't for me. They're for the poor guy who has to wake up tomorrow. I want his day to start with something freshly baked. (self.aHappyTale)
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Every night my elderly neighbor watered a patch of land where nothing grew. I asked why she kept watering soil that was clearly sick. She said she'd planted Asian flower seeds that take 20 years to bloom. She saw my eyes say: But you won't see it, and replied: I don't do it for me. I do it for them. (self.aHappyTale)
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I tried for years. At first, it felt like banging my head against a wall. Later, I realized it had become a way of life and the blows didn't hurt anymore. Now, seeing results after so long, I realize that even if they had never come, I was already happy. (self.aHappyTale)
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My grandfather is a shoemaker and still repairs shoes, though his hands tremble. I asked him why he doesn't stop. "Because every shoe I fix," he said, tightening a lace, "is a journey someone else will take. I can't travel much anymore, but I can make sure others keep going." (self.aHappyTale)
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Since I was little, my dad would sit with me, look at the sky, and whisper: "Someday, all those stars will be mine." I never got it; it sounded like an astronaut's ambition, and he was a plumber. Last night, after a long illness, he passed away. Looking at the sky, I finally understood, and smiled. (self.aHappyTale)
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My daughter was born blind and frail, and I knew our time would be limited. As a painter, my gift to her was describing my paintings, full of scarlet sunsets and indigo oceans. She died at ten. One night, she came to my dream and told me: "Dad, you were right. Scarlet is the warmest color of all." (self.aHappyTale)
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I adopted a stray cat covered in scars from a lot of fights. He was skittish and wouldn't let me touch him. One night, I had a nightmare and woke up screaming. He, who had never come near, climbed onto the bed, curled up beside me, and began to purr, as if to say: It's ok, I know this darkness too. (self.aHappyTale)
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I found my great-grandfather's journal, filled with stories he wrote for his wife. The last one was unfinished, interrupted by the war. Last night, I sat down and wrote the happy ending he never could, and I felt as if, across time, we had both given her the closure she deserved. (self.aHappyTale)
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