She was always a little girl, with little things and little curls and a little mind. People would say there goes the girl, the one that will brighten your day. (But maybe not so bright in her mind.) She would take little steps, with little shoes, that had little journeys and little tales to tell. But she wouldn’t mind. Because little things, made the bigger things, which led to the great things and in time, these things brought her to one of the best things.
She had become a woman. A woman who knew her mind.
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