Mika’s Happiness Medicine -

He stared at it. “This is nonsense.”

Mika closed the shop early that night. She made tea, fed her dusty cat named Waffle, and sat by the window. Outside, the streetlights flickered on, each one a small promise against the dark. mika’s happiness medicine

“Is it?” Mika asked gently. “You came here to package and sell what cannot be packaged or sold. The cure for your particular gloom, right now, is to walk out that door and forget you ever found this place. Go home. Hug your daughter. She turned eleven last Tuesday, and you were in a meeting.” He stared at it