Simply Stella (is 8)
Stella Bella is never Estelle. She hates Estelle, though she doesn't mind much being eight. Furth more, on bad days, don't call her Stella Bella. Especially if you are Finn and employing the name to do the job of getting attention. To her, she is simply Stella. So starting again simply, Stella is Eight. Freckles dropped like stars across her nose. Temperament as wild as the wind. Stuffed animals and deep thoughts tucked under her arm as she races outside into the sun, into the clouds, into the storm. She leaves a litter of life in her wake, socks and underwear lifelessly hinting where she's been, paper bits telling of creation forged and forgotten. Simply Stella is light. She pours a whole world out of her and wants no barrier between her inner and outer life. She'd rather be skin to sand, heart to air, feeling to expression. Nose nuzzling into the joy of the world, hands aching to play and care for others. In her discomfort she locks inside her beauty, eyes b