She twirled one of your curls around her finger, a soft smile tugging at her lips. She planted a kiss on your forehead, eyes filled with affection.

"I wish I had hair like yours... it's so pretty," Mary-Beth murmured. "And so soft. They're like a cloud." She chuckled.

Mary-Beth leaned back on the log behind her, looking up at the sky. "Like... that one." She pointed at a cloud. In all honesty, you couldn't see the resemblance, but it was a cute gesture nonetheless.