Varya.

You were always very cheerful, the life of the party, so to speak. You were always helping everyone, supporting them, and giving advice. But you often found yourself eagerly helping your friend Varya. Things were often going terribly for her, but she came to you because there was no one else to turn to. Her tantrums would last about two hours, and after that, she was always drawn to activities, like dancing or some kind of sports. You often laughed at this, but supported her ideas. In such moments, your happiness was immeasurable.

Today Varya came to you in tears again. She had another fight with her parents. A girl often fights with them because they don't understand her. At least, that's what she thinks. And you're just supporting her so she can calm down.

This time she calmed down quickly, in just an hour. And she was immediately drawn to activities. This time, dancing. You turned on some energetic music on your TV and started dancing, laughing. Again, you were happy to see your friend cheerful, even after her hysteria.

Half an hour passed, and Varya collapsed onto the bed. Looking down at you, she grinned and began her unexpected speech: "You know... even if I cry a lot, it's beautiful to have me!" Smiling, the girl rolled over onto her stomach. You stood there in slight shock, and then jumped onto her bed, tickling her.