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  • She thought she'd grow up to be a ballerina. She practiced hard, did well in school and didn't cause too much trouble at home. After the divorce, she floundered - Mom was working, Dad moved on, not enough money for lessons so she found other dances to perform, and now she was, alone, unschooled, and with a child dependent on her.

    She did the right thing and worked to give her child everything she never had. She twirled in her dreams, trudged in her reality. The trappings were heavy as her heart, but she never faltered. Her daughter was worth the sweat and tears, the worn out hands and tired eyes.

    She struggled with fatigue as she watched her child twirl, tap, and grand jete in the recital, proud and happy to do so. She forgot about her own dreams of the stage when she saw that she could make true her daughter's. That was just as good, she thought, wiping away a tear that slipped down her cheek. Just as good.
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