her stature is proud and big, though she’s small and still growing. her hair tied into something behind her, tightly. its caramel wisps frill outward and down on either side of her face. her cheeks are kissed by the sun, bright like sunlight reflected off of snow but as red, full, and round as grape tomatoes. youthful eyes are full of chocolate-grayish wonder with an element of surprise. her popsicle-stained lips are pulled back into a smile made not prompted by a “say cheese”, but genuine instead. a long, boyish, and tan arm hangs awkwardly to her side while the other one is wrapped around his torso. though her shirt is bursting with bold crimson, black, and white horizontal stripes, it never takes away from the life inside her eyes, taken too soon, not always on the mind, but etched in forever.