The very first things Frankenstein’s Creature does in life when he’s just a dumb giant baby are that he goes to look for his papà who ran away after taking one glance at him and smile when he finds him lying in his bed behind curtains. He smiles. That’s the first thing he does - “he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks.” He found his Dad hiding behind some curtain and is happy about it.

And yeah this might seem dumb but it means the world to me that Mary Shelley didn’t write the Creature as doomed to be miserable and melancholy like he is for most of the novel or that he immediately goes on a rampage like many modern takes on the character suggest. He smiled. He found his Dad playing hide and seek and wanted to smile at him and gurgle a few words and Victor ran away.