angels in disguise

Every morning (as you probably already know),
I dread the moment when the alarm jolts me awake
as it marks the start of the
brush teeth-wash face-dress up-make up-wear heels-take train
routine.

As I carry my sullen face to work, I meet 3 Angels in Disguise.

The cleaner of my block,
a middle age foreign worker from India/Bangladesh,
loudly greets me 'GOOD MORNING'
with a wave of his hand and a friendly smile.

The security guard of my office building,
a middle age Malay guy,
enthusiastically holds the lift door open for me,
and wishes me 'GOOD MORNING. HAVE A NICE DAY AT WORK! CHEERS!'
flashing his trademark Victory 'V' sign.

The restroom cleaner of my office,
a young lady from China,
flashes a really lovely smile,
and says ‘小姐早安!'

And in all three instances, I cannot help but change my frown to a smile.

Then I wonder why they are so happy.

Maybe whatever life's circumstances, only I can make myself happy.