She’s sweet, young, full of life, hopes and dreams. We called her Barbie as she looks like one.
When a girl turns sixteen, she is starting to set aside the baby dolls she used to play with. She started to appreciate cute dress and no more ponytails mommy please. Her eyes start to twinkle like a star even at daytime. She hums a song unconsciously combing her hair, staring at her own image with confident and smiling with approval as she gaze how great she looks in her new statue.
She walks gracefully, no trace of that bubbly little bully. She speaksso softly, wondering where that little cheeky walkie-talkie is. And when she laughs and giggles, this time with consciousness and in moderated volume as she squeaks. Her cheeks turns red when her crush passes by, unlike before, she blushes when she is shy.
This girl has turned into a young lady from a care-free child that never care how she looks after playing around in the neighborhood. Now you seldom sees her on the street unless she goes for a jog or went to buy something she needs. Her moves synchronized with her mind that made other people’s head turns and give her a second look as she walks by.