A Person Never Met

She has dark hair, almost black, but not quite, and smooth.
She has dimples, expected, and deep. The slightest smile reveals them.
She is reserved and thoughtful.
When she plays, she is genuine and curious.
She chooses her words carefully
She seems to innately know how fiercely protected she is. How much she is guarded.  How her tiny life encompasses others, in a symbolic continuation of what was lost.
She accepts that role with seriousness. With maturity. With burden that she carries more than most.
Weight, on her shoulders. She makes it light.