There was a very beautiful and always cheerful girl in a village. She always did her chores on time, went to school on time, and came back home on time. She was always kind and friendly to everyone. She could really enjoy herself whenever she had fun.
Her name was Monalisa Brahma, but her friends called her Mona. Among them was a girl named Helena who was very unhappy. Her family was quite wealthy, yet she was never really happy. She didn’t want others to be happy either, since she couldn’t live in peace herself. She only felt happy when she saw others struggling and in pain.
One day Helena said to Monalisa, “Friend, you are the best friend I have. Would you be able to come over to our house as a guest tomorrow?”
Monalisa said, “Sorry, mate, I have some work to do at home tomorrow. My mom wants me to help her during the school holidays.”
A few days later, Helena said, “Hey friend, I told my mom about you. She wants to meet you. Can you come over to our house tomorrow?”
This time, Monalisa went over to Helena’s village. Helena made her feel comfortable as soon as she got there. She said, “You’re such a normal girl, but you’re like a stupid girl sometimes. You’re usually happy, but what makes you different from us? You’re so poor, why aren’t you upset about it?”
For several days, Monalisa felt troubled. Her family was poor, with simple food and drinks, normal clothes, and basic makeup. She thought she was unlucky to be born into a humble family. She felt bad that she couldn’t ask her dad for certain things.
Her mom and dad were upset too. They felt bad that they couldn’t give their daughter everything she needed. They apologized to her, Mona Lisa. They borrowed from others to get her what she needed. Monalisa got what she wanted, but she wasn’t happy seeing them miserable and working so hard.
It took many days and nights of feeling down before he finally realized one day, ‘Never hand over the key to your happiness to anyone else. I made the mistake of giving my key to a friend like that and ended up losing my happiness.’