Nana: It must be so nice to be you. You’re smart, your father is nice, and your mother is lovely. You even can sell things and make your own money at young age. You must be live in a perfect world.
Lily: No, you’re wrong. You are more better than me.
Nana: What do you mean?
Lily: You’re so kind and humble. You have a big house. Everything you need and want seem always be granted. You’re the one in a perfect world.
Nana: What? No. I try to be kind but my friends not as many as yours. My house is big but I never feel at home. I get almost anything but attention. My world is not that perfect.
Lily: Me neither, then. They say I can do anything but it makes people hate me though they hide it from me. My father is hospitalized and my mother suffers from heart attack. I make my own money, but it seems never been enough for my life.
