I even smiled when people asked about my divorced parents. They seemed to be so worried about my well being, so I figured if I acted happy they would be happy.

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I walked into the store looking for my favorite chocolate bar.

My mother wasn't with me. She didn't really care where I went as long as I was home on time.

I found the chocolate and walked up to the counter.

"Hello there." The sales lady said.

"Hi." I said with the brightest smile I could muster.

"I heard your parents divorced, how are you feeling? I know it must be hard." Her voice was laced with sympathy.

I smiled again, which seemed to creep the lady out.

"As long as they're happy, I'm happy." I smiled even bigger to show her I was "happy".

She seemed to be creeped out even more, but she gave me a small smile back.

"Well okay. You go home now." She waved her hand at me like I was a bug.

"Goodbye." I walked out still smiling.

After I walked out the store I began to cry.

"They should always be happy, but shouldn't they think about me too?"