When she is not standing in the middle of a fountain, she takes to water like a fish.
30 laps in a row, she packs twice as much energy as I do. She can beat me stroking hollow. After a bout with her weak lungs, she has survived swimming. A bronze down the road, she's at work on her silver.
Yes, when she started it was endless visits to the paediatrician. Once the breathing was sorted out, her lungs emerged stronger as did her spirit.
For that and for many other non-competitive facets of her life, Aneesha does us proud.
