You always had a smile plastered on your face. Many found it eerie or creepy, some others were intrigued on to why you smiled even through the negative moments.

Josiah was one of those people. He always watched as you interacted with the camp, the same smile never leaving your face. Like it was permanent.

You were washing the clothes by yourself, humming as you did so. Mrs. Grimshaw had made it her business to walk up to you and berate you on your apparent laziness with the camp.