I looked over at him expecting to see his spectacular smile, but it was gone. Everything felt wrong. I had to find a way to make him smile. Why couldn’t I think? I had to think. Why wasn’t he smiling? Where did his smile go? I studied him. His eyes didn’t have their usual brightness. His voice seemed broken. His arms hung from his body. Every movement appeared to be a struggle. What could I do to make it better? I kept trying to find his smile, but it was missing.