Figuratively speaking, bright. She was absolutely wonderful. Smart, tall, caring, spoke softly but was direct with her words. From a bystander perspective it look like everything she did was without effort, but she just managed to understand almost everything in one try, and still manage to maintain a social life. I would almost always see her studying a book or planning her future when we worked together in the library. It was hard for me to look at her, since it made me look at myself and what I wasn't doing or what I was doing wrong, or how I couldn't be like her. I thought such a person couldn't exist, but there she was. She was so bright. Then I worked alongside her mother who filled in the librarian, and the love and care they had towards, the banter they had with each other made me angry and jealous, all of those nasty feelings. I didn't think it was possible for such a relationship to exist between family. When she got the full ride scholarship, the potential she had was blinding. It was so easy to be jealous and envy of her, and think she had everything. Those are the words that come to mind when I first thought of her. My honest thoughts anyway.