The Disillusioned Masterpiece
I am the world's most disillusioned masterpiece. Each year, millions visit me.

They find I am smaller than imagined. Disappointment outweighs their anticipation. They crowd around me like hungry birds and are never satisfied.
I often sense they do not have the time or care to hear my story.
Few realize my name, "Mona", is short for Madonna.
My father, Leonardo, hired musicians to fill the air with song, hoping to fight off his most persistent studio guest: depression.
I was once stolen.
I have been defaced, too.
Visitors rarely notice the smoky, misty background behind me or my gaze following them.
Behind my smile and three-quarter pose is a real person, with feelings and stories to tell.
I’m told I am an art icon, but I have never felt understood or appreciated.
You decide…
When you meet someone like me, don’t be misled by a crooked smile, timid stance, or the absence of people in their lives.
You decide…
“How will you treat people like me: a market clerk, cleaning lady, gardener, or at home—a partner, child, or grandchild? There are people in your life who silently hope that you’ll linger just a little longer, because
presence is the gift friendship offers when love has been experienced.”
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