"What is pretty?" I asked my little girls.Rio, my youngest decided that it was when the ribbons in your hair matched your socks.Willow,my tomboy, with crooked bangs she styled herself, said "It’s when you comb your hair." "What is beautiful?" "Beautiful, is in your heart!" they said in unison. Years pass and families are sometimes sadly rearranged. Seeing my nearly grown Willow later at the shopping mall, I said, "I wish I was rich enough to get you girls anything you wanted." Willow asked me "What is rich, Mom?" followed by "What is wealthy?"
Prompt: Unknown