Sheila

Warning: pointless anecdote ahead.
Sheila Estefan had no middle name, which was fair enough because ‘Sheila’ and ‘Estefan’ were enough.
She was my crush when I was 13 years old.
Sheila had come from Chile as a young child. She had beautiful, dark hair, olive skin, long eyelashes. A ready smile and well-maintained teeth. Fit and sporty. Smart. Polite. Beloved by teachers. Participated in every club and school production. A goody-two-shoes.
Other girls’ mums called her, ‘Little Miss Prim and Proper’.
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