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  • She asked why I never wrote about her. I just wasn't ready. The truth is, I could never find the words to describe who she is really.

    She was the easiest baby to look after. I remember the nights so clearly when I would wake knowing it should be time for a feed. I tip-toed to her cot and as my eyes adjusted to the dark from waking, I would see her big, brown eyes quietly regarding me; followed by a spectacular smile.
  • Her troubles came with adolescence, as with most children I guess. She was a fighter and we constantly clashed. She came home a few times with blue flashing lights but not all was negative. On one occasion, a gang of loser girls at school was racially attacking her best friend and my daughter stepped in to protect her. The bully threw the first punch but Paige stood her ground. After a bust up, the gang covered the exits of the school to make sure my daughter and her friend did not leave. The police were called in to deal with the issue and to bring her home safely. My baby girl was standing up for human rights and paying the price for it; yet she continued to explore her artistic flare with Photography and Performing Arts. She wanted to study Film or Media.
  • A year ago, her sixth form arranged for a trip to Paris. She asked me to go with her to meet her class at the station in London. She knew her way around but she did not wish to take any chances with something like this! All the parents were there and everyone was taking photos and sorting out boarding passes. Paige and I wandered off toward the piano at the centre of the station, for there was a young man playing "Listen to Your Heart" by Roxette. It was beautiful. We had a quick breakfast and I walked her back to her group. It was time to leave. The teens and their leaders made their way to the check in, parents in tow remained as closely as possible. I stayed in the main area. I did not approach like the other parents. She never looked back once; not to wave, not to confirm I had indeed left. Just as I wished for. She moved forward and never looked back.

    I knew then my job was done.
  • You cannot imagine the surprise when she announced she had been accepted to read Business Law at university. What happened to the Film? The Media? I cried on the phone when her results came in because she was always concerned that she was not "the bright one". She is determined and has vision. These are traits many lack and she just needed to realise that.

    Her next challenge was trying out for the cheerleading team. She studied Performing Arts and Street Dancing before but she was no gymnast. Oh my word.....she got in!
  • We spoke last evening about what next she needed to accomplish with her cheerleading. She has been working really hard on her routines. One person said to her that the tumbling won't happen because she is 15 years too late.

    "Watch me. I'll have those back handsprings by the end of the year."

    I know.

    You inspire me.
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