Everybody calls me young, beautiful, wonderful.
Am I?
Look at my hair, my lips, my red rosy cheeks and a pair of blinkering eyes.
I remember, somebody says that I look like my mother that I look like my mother.
But that when she was young.
Now, I am much lovelier than she is.
I’m a mortal Venus.
Oops! What time is it?
I must get ready for the party!
Beep-beep…!
A-huh! Here they are!
Yes, I’m coming!
"Child, are you still there?"
"Hmp! That’s my mama"
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