"Lila, I will come to see you often." He hugged me and said as he left.
Lila means beautiful woman with black hair. Andes once said that this was the name that suited me best because I had beautiful black hair. He loved my hair and would stroke it and stare at it as if he could see five million dollars in it. Different from his blond hair, I knew that I was a mixed-race child. I thought that my mother must be a very beautiful oriental woman. Andes must have loved her.
Because of the Andes, I take great care of my black hair. But I love my eyes even more, those dark green eyes that are as bright and mellow as those of the Andes.
I used these eyes to record all my memories of the Andes. I always look forward to him.
But he has never been able to take me out of here.
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