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This is what happiness looks like. My husband's hand  searching for mine in the dark  while baby breastfeeds to sleep, a gentle breeze floating into the room, rustling the curtains. The rumble of cars zooming past, while my sister and I tell jokes  at a kopitiam,  my dad, ordering some wantan noodles, laughing at baby who walks,  becoming less babylike. My mother, emerging from the doctor's room, victorious, her x ray results, perfect,  her heart, full.  A friend texting me to say hello, did you know that cherries at the nearest grocers are on sale? How's baby,  how're you? How're you? Happiness, she had always been there. All I had to do was to look out  for her light in my daughter's eyes,  as she jangles the housekeys, her mouth agape at the music she makes.   Little did I know that happiness lurked around in a bowl of wantan soup, the glorious rain pouring after days of stifling heat, my husband rubbing my shoulders as we w...