Looking back on my school years I clearly remember meeting her. The moment she entered the classroom our naughty boys started laughing at her long nose, small piggy eyes and an untidy mop of originally blonde hair. They even mocked her accent. Indeed she spoke with a slight lisp as her milk teeth were falling out. Yet, she seemed to take no notice of them whatsoever. I can also remember her a few years later. The childish disproportions of her face gave way to real charm: her deep blue eyes gleamed with excitement and her mouth was tinged with a warm glowing smile every time you spoke to her. She could not have been unaware of her good looks seeing all her ex-mockers watching her in awe. Fortunately, her shyness didn't vanish and together with her stunning appearance gave the impression of incredibly fragile beauty - the one you would like to shield for the rest of your days.

hehe - I wish I had had such a friend at those days, or, probably, I did