She: I feel ugly amidst all those pretty girls. please don’t compel me to attend marriage functions.”
Her Mother: What is beauty from your point of view? Tell me.
She: Of course it is the combination of genetics and cosmetics.
Her Father: So you mean to say that your parents aren’t beautiful. Right!
She: None can be more beautiful than them, at least not for my eyes.
Her Mother: Then how do you dare to call our daughter ugly!
She: But Mummie! You know well how much backward I am in this world of mascara, highlighter and lipgloss.
Her Mother: Who restricts you not to apply those! It is your personal choice not to use makeup. But in fact, a smile in face and decency in behaviour are the real beauty of a girl.
Her Father: Daughter! Some years back I found such beauty in a girl and I think you had inherited this beauty from her.
Her Mother: But your daughter is more like you.
They smiled at each other
and she laughed louder.