They both turned to me, her mother appearing confused while Willow grinned at me triumphantly. “Willow Olivia Waters,” her mother started, turning red. “How would I know? Buddy’s five! He’s practically an adult!” Where is your brother? It’s time to go home.” “What happened to your hair? Oh, never mind. “Willow,” the lady called out in a stern tone. A lady with equally red hair, but carefully swept back to rest on her shoulders, interrupted before I could. I didn’t get the chance to answer though. “What’s your name?” she prompted nervously. I could see some of her confidence disappearing when I continued to stare. “Hi,” I finally responded after the silence became awkward. She definitely had the adorable kid look down. Her bright green overalls had a yellow daisy print that she paired with purple sneakers. Freckles covered what seemed like every inch of her face and framed her big round eyes. Her wild mane of curly red hair that was more like a copper color was currently spread in every direction like it had never met a brush before. She reminded me of my mom’s statues that she often called a cherub. I looked up and was staring into twinkling green eyes and a chubby face. The soft voice above me rushed the words out before I could raise my head. Are you a ballerina? Can you show me your moves?” Your bow is pink so you're definitely a girly-girl. The pink toenail polish that Aunt Carissa helped me paint on this morning glistened in the sunlight. I huffed and wiped the sweat off my eyebrow for the hundredth time in the last five minutes.
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