Each night I would show Simone a different set of faces in my collection. Some, like Gertie and Mac, she liked and she would try to touch them with he... fingers. Pieces of the sand from them would cling to her delicate fingers and she would scurry back to her own castle and brush the tiny shiny grains into her own mixture of faces, mixing in the sands of my memories of them into her sandcastle. I would watch her as she would sit and watch the grains fit together. Her radiant smile was all the. They have no life experience, and limited people skills. Let's talk more about why you're really here!" She responded with "Damon said you're a very kind, gentle man with great skills - most of all, respect. That's what I seek!"As we sat and sipped our beverages, I couldn't help noticing beads of sweat on her upper lip. Her breathing was heavy and rapid. I said, "Maggie, the first thing we need to do is get you to relax. It seems you're really wound up tight!" She replied, "Well, yes - I'm. As long as there were no wrecks or mechanicalfailures, Team Pink Streak was on its way to Cali.The best spoil of victory was the accolades. Most victors loved receivingthe praise. Renee loved having the well-earned privilege of giving out thepraise. At first, her smile was small as she gave thanks to those who paidthe bills AKA her sponsors. Then that smile on her face grew as shestarted to thank those close to her, her true sponsors. The ones who gavesupport and aid for the sole reason of. She said, "Oh no this will never do, your hair is a mess and all sweaty. To the sink Angel!"Off to the sink I went and I had to use that booster seat after all. This was a special sink Auntie had put in just to shampoo hair. My hair was washed, rinsed, washed and rinsed again and gunk put in it. Then it was rinsed and rinsed again. She wrapped it in a towel and had me sit in my chair again. She combed it out in little sections snipping just a little here and there. Then she combed it forward.