Once upon a time, there was a girl. She had blonde hair with thick curls. She was happier than most...not that she would boast. For this feeling was rather recent; before, she had been crushed and bent. Until one day, God sent.
Now she has the very best friend in the world today, and she always knows what to say. The girl could be crying or laughing or sighing, but she need not worry because her friend's attention she does not need to keep buying. In fact, she practically saved her from dying.
Is that all, you may ask. No, there is one more...a boy, who can bring out the joy in any chore or task. He is the love of her life, and intends to someday make her a wife. Well, maybe not yet, but someday I bet. The girl knows she can depend on him, no matter what-sickness or death. For life, they are set.
What is left to complain about? Like going to school or, when it's cold, having to go out? Maybe. But the girl was very thankful, because, at last her life had peace. The depression and the sorrow had finally begun to cease. And with food on the table, a roof over her head-a blessing- for she had the keys. Not to a car, but to happiness. Despite the occasionally days with sassiness.
The girl is amazed at what life can bring her and can't wait for the rest, but for now she's going to try her very best. Holding on to the people she has now is most important of all, but I suppose it's God's call...
