She is a style of her own.
She is silver jewelry.
She is red paint smeared on the window corners of the door in her room.
She is hair dye stain in the bathroom sink.
She is crazy but cute hair dos.
She is belts and chains hanging from her jeans.
She is skipping rope booby traps set up to capture Santa Clause.
She is a flower bouquet and love on Mother's Day.
She is named after a character in a book.
She is my only daughter.