My little Amy

My little Amy always wears pink. She likes bows and glitter, but not in her hair.

My little Amy has the prettiest golden locks you could imagine. Her hair never gets dirty, something I'm glad she didn't take from me. I need to wash mine every day.

My little Amy has the prettiest blue eyes in the world. They make oceans fall short, the seas look desperate.

My little Amy loves playing with dolls. I buy her new ones every Saturday.

My little Amy does not eat a lot, but she never runs out of energy.

My little Amy will never grow up. She will always be mamma's little girl, running into my room to wake me up every day, with a huge dimpled smile spread across her face.

Every morning, my little Amy and I go for a walk. She likes to go to the park near our house - to feed the ducks in the pond, the same thing that I used to do with my mother. When we're out, everyone gets jealous of my little Amy. I always hear strangers on the street whisper "Who is she talking to?". Can you imagine? They are so jealous that they keep pretending that they don't see her.