She was pretty and always smiled.
She was nice and always listened to what everyone had to say.
Never gave any unwarranted advice.
Actually never gave any advice.
She loved flowers and always had it around her.
She was never the butt of any jokes.
But she was spoken about very fondly.
her smile, her face, her hair were never out of place.
It was like she was a photograph.
One day her mother found that the girl's flowers were wilting.
So she took the garland of the girl's photograph on the wall and replaced it with a new one.
Everyone knew she loved flowers.
She smiled back at her tearful mother.
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