The Disappointing Masterpiece
I am the most disappointing masterpiece in the world. Over 10 million people come to see me each year.

But when they come, I am smaller than they imagined, and their disappointments are so much greater than their expectations. They crowd around, like hungry birds, wanting to be fed, and are never full enough.
They do not know that…
“Mona” is short for Madonna.
My father, Leonardo, hired musicians to fight off depressions as he painted.
I have been stolen.
Defaced.
I am seen as an artistic icon but never understood.
Behind my smile is a real person with feelings to share and stories to tell.
But you decide for yourself when you meet me someday. Don’t be deceived by
another’s smile, the seeming smallness by which they carry themselves or by the
people in their lives that do not pay them the attention their heart craves.
You decide…
How will you treat the ‘Madonna’ you see on the street, the person in the line in front of
you at the market or… your husband, wife, child, grandchild? You see, they all hope in
silence that you would linger just a little longer because ‘presence in the price’ that
friendship pays for those we love.
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