she had a great personality

Her hair shone like spun gold; a floating evening sky.
She laughed at all the jokes, whether they were funny or not. She bubbled and giggled all day. She never insulted anyone, not that anyone knew of at least. She always helped the younger students, the losers, the outcasts, the freaks. She talked to them like they had been her friends forever.
So, no one understood how anyone could dislike her or how her hair could turn so scarlet and lose it's life on the blood stained pavement that day.

she was a parent

Her face was stern, immovable. She walked briskly, bushing past anyone, past everything. She was in control, she had to be. If ever she had shown signs of retreat, any backing down, they would have swarmed her, taken over, controlled her life. So she was strong, stern, immovable. No screaming, writhing, kicking child could sway her roots of stone.
"I waaaaant it!!!" the child exclaimed, "Momeeee!!!" but produced no reaction in her.
She simply shook her head, grabbed his hand, and led him out of the toy store.