Phelicia dances into the world like a sparkler at a summer fiesta—bright, warm, and impossible to ignore. She comes straight from the Latin felicitas, the very heartbeat of happiness and good fortune, like golden confetti drifting through sunlit streets. With every syllable fuh-LEE-shuh, she carries a promise of joy, as if laughter itself had decided to wear a name. She’s the friend who turns gray skies into carnival parades, the light-footed dreamer who pirouettes through challenges with a grin. In her, cheerfulness blooms like bougainvillea on a white stucco wall—bold, beautiful, and utterly contagious.