When I was a teenager, my girlfriend’s mother, being a little sluggish, said to me, “You know, you’re beautiful, even more beautiful than my daughter.” My girlfriend was nearby.

It was a very, very uncomfortable and sad moment.

The girl glanced and only smiled slightly. The girl objectively - cute, stylish, with a good figure. She loves her mother, and it is mutual.

I always liked her mother, she regretted my family problems and didn’t miss an opportunity to make a compliment or praise, but I’m not a Hollywood beauty.

Probably her mother didn’t understand what she said; we didn’t discuss it with a friend.

But... You know, my girlfriend’s face at that moment... That sad look and humility made me realize that this was not the first time my mom underestimated her. And it turned out to be true, often - in small things, less often - in more serious things.

The girl, growing up, did not become a complex gray mouse, but often sought love and approval, trying to be good for everyone.

But how can you think of yourself as the best if you have not been told about it?