The smiling woman.

Barbara just couldn’t stop smiling. There was something strange in her look. Her expression was empty, and her skin
seemed marble.
When the man showed me the old photograph, I felt really upset. `This is the woman you are looking for´.

I’ve always lived in the same house, but I wasn’t too familiarized with its story.
The house belonged to a lady during the ’40s. She passed her life waiting for her husband to return from the war,
but he’s never done it.
She sadly died a few months after the war ended, and her husband hadn’t come home.

I used to talk with this woman when I was a child. I could see her. She told me her story, but my parents thought I
was only playing.
When I grew up, I decided to discover the truth by myself, as I asked in the town for her son.

He showed me a photo of her mother. She was smiling.

It was taken when she realized the war had ended. She was very happy knowing she would see her husband again,
but her husband was murdered in the war.