Donna named the toy store Happy Harry’s as their little joke because he was always so serious. Harry didn’t mind. The business was her lifelong dream, and he loved her desperately. He would hold her close and tell her, “You’re my smile.”
He did everything he could to make that dream come true. During the first lean year, when she couldn’t even afford to hire an assistant, he was always there, sweeping floors and stocking shelves. She radiated joy, and he basked in it.
After she passed, Harry kept the store running himself, unable to let go of her smile.

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