Everybody calls me young, handsome, wonderful. Am I?

Look at
my hair, my lips, my soft cheeks and a pair of blinkering eyes. I
remember, somebody says that I look like my father. But that
when he was young. Now, I am more handsome than he is. Im a
mortal Handsome Boy. Oops! What time is it? I must get ready for
the party! Beep-beep!A-huh! Here they are! Yes, Im coming!
"Child, are you still there?" "Hmp! Thats my papa" "Child, are you
still there? Will you please get me a glass of cold water?" "Papa,
Im in a hurry!" "Please child, try to get me a glass of cold water."
"Papa, please, try to get it on your own." "Please child, try to get
me a glass of cold water!" At the party, I danced and danced the
whole night. You see, I cant leave the party at once. I have to
dance with everybody that invited me. At last, the party is over. Im
very tired. Very, very tired. So, I went home to tell papa what
happened. "Papa, Im home! Its very quiet. "Papa, Im home!"
Nobody answers. Where is he? I look for him in the sala, but hes
not there. Where is he? A-huh! In the kitchen! I saw my papa,
lying down on the floor, dead. With a glass on his hand. I
remember, he tried to get it. Oh, God, just for the glass of cold
water!
Papa!
Papa!
Oh,
Papa!