I had never met a boy who was funnier than him. His odd quips, amusing anecdotes, and even his acting style made everyone chuckle.His name was Sameer, and he was referred to as the jokester or class clown at Methodist School. He was beloved by all. He had all the things a fifteen-year-old guy could possibly want, including pals.

I had never encountered a boy who was as funny as him. Everyone would implore him to stop laughing because it was hurting their stomachs. In the presence of friends and acquaintances, he was always this way.

Yet Sameer, the young man renowned for his wit and quick wit, was a focal point wherever he went. Because he never used a critical or caustic tone in his responses, he was also well-liked by both his classmates and teachers in class. Instead, he made healthy comedy out of every event, occasion, and scenario, which made even the most solemn person in the room smile. Everyone wanted to be his friend because of this.

Only his sincere and close buddy Saurabh knew the suffering that was hidden behind his pleasant countenance. Sameer, who came from a typical family, was content to live with his parents and younger sister. His mother was a stay-at-home mom, and his father worked for an insurance company. He and his sister were both enrolled in the prestigious convent school in the city. One day, tragedy overtook their family when Sameer's father lost his job due to his terminal blood cancer diagnosis.The family, which was generally live a happy and content life, suffered a significant loss as a result. Due to his gender, Sameer had to assume responsibility for taking care of himself, his family, and his schoolwork. At such a young age, fate had dealt him a terrible blow. In a sea of grief and despair, he perished.

His mother and grandmother were anxiously searching for his health. They tried to calm him, talk to him, and console him, but to no avail. He simply wouldn't chat, constantly wore a serious expression, and went about his work and studies in a methodical manner. His mother sought the advice of a psychotherapist, who informed him of the changes in him. They should take him to the hospital's clinic, the doctor said. While heading over to the clinic, Sameer had to walk by the paediatric ward. He peeked inside and was drawn to the little kids of various ages and sizes. Some were conversing, some were sleeping, and some were playing, but they were all grinning. He was informed that they were all afflicted with cancer.

Sameer was startled into silence and his face was displaying a range of emotions. He was evidently at odds with himself. He kept staring at the happy, smiling features of the little youngsters. A great deal of suppressed emotions were released along with his deep inhale. Now that he was at ease, he appeared to have learned the secret to happiness from those young people. Since that time, a brand-new, joyful Sameer has sprung from the ashes of the depressed, grave Sameer. His new life motto was to be happy and make other people happy, despite any obstacles or challenges that may come up. Which is