No matter how much make up she wore, or how sophisticated her attire became. Behind the mask, she was still that sunflower. Radiant and shining. The heart wants what it wants. Her heart will always be a free spirit. She will always be *that* girl. Like no other. Free, and reigning in her own light. Teddy bears over ball gowns. As time passed, she searched for the light, not realising it was within her all along. The Kalimah was apart of her. No matter how far she wandered, the truth would always bring her back. She was beautiful choas. She was the storm and the calm that followed.