Italia Saria

My name has changed. Mommy is boring. The new fad is ‘Mommia’. ‘Daddia’. ‘Mia’ (refering to herself). I watched her tonight. Life seems to slide past. Some funny event happens and I vow to record it. Then life slips along.
Sara is a tall girl. Her head seems well proportioned, but it’s noticably bigger than her friend Johana’s. She’s wearing mismatched socks today, but they match her floral shirt. Her Dad likes to dress her sharply. He’s the one always insisting on dresses for Easter and such. Her blond hair is curly. Her blue eyes sparkle. Her mouth is mischevious.