Pakou Mae Vang
She’s so pretty, she could make a saint cry. Her smile is like a sunrise, her laugh is like a thunderstorm, and she’s got her eye on someone else while everyone else is just trying to catch her.
She came into the classroom and I forgot how to write.
She sent me a message that said, 'You’re cute. But I’m not yours.'
At the park, she laughed so hard, I thought the trees were going to fall.