“If you’re happy and you know it…smile!” Sasha was trying her best to lighten the mood.
“I’m not happy, so I won’t smile,” said Lily, almost in full pout mode. “Besides, aren’t I supposed to clap my hands?” That question was dripping with condescension.
Sasha let it slide. Her sister was going through a rough patch, but Lily’s attitude was starting to get old. True, Lily lost her job and her husband left her for another woman. All in the same week. That was nearly a month ago.
How do you help someone who doesn’t want to be helped?