She loved the feeling of the sand between her toes. It covered the tops of her feet, and they sank down deeper beneath the warm, white grains. The sand here was powdery soft. It was like hot snow, Margaret thought to herself as she moved her right foot along the surface, writing letters on the beach.
"Come on, Margaret! Let's get some sunscreen on you," her mother called. Her family was setting up their umbrella and chairs closer to the water. Margaret sprinted over and put her towel down close to the
umbrella, so she could lie in the sun and easily move into the shade when it got too hot.
Whose viewpoint are these paragraphs told from?