tia
tia
this work, I called it tia because she is ugly and she looks at life as it passes slowly
She is happy to see me, her eyes sparkling like stars, and opens her mouth wide in a joyful, toothy grin. Sunlight dances around her, casting a warm, golden glow. Her laughter fills the air, echoing like a sweet melody in a vibrant, colorful meadow full of blooming flowers.Â