She always knew the way. Her feet were little wings. And her beautiful head was a compass.
We girls are prewired to like things that make you suffer.
The treacled pop songs, the dresses described in the catalogs with words like ‘sunset’ and 'Paris.’
She is loudest when you are thinking, the prettiest when she has provoked you, the busiest at bedtime, the quietest when you want to show her off, and the most flirtatious when she absolutely must not get the best of you again.
Emily Sears
Anyuta Rai