I walk into this house. It is not the one i once knew. It is not even in a location I am remotely familiar with. I walk right by its inhabitants and grab my coat off of the bed to search.... search for my happiness. happiness in a tin. When I find it, I put it up against my forehead. A single tear passes down my face as i say "why?" The house inhabitants come up to comfort me and i shake them off. They ask for my tin. My one bit of happiness left. "Why should I give them my tin?" I thought. They did not speak. A little girl walks up to me. She grabs my arm, also crying. I turn to the inhabitants, now fully crying, and say "NO! This is the onl