(Ten years later)
A five years old little girl in pink ballerina getup is dancing and twirling happily in the middle of a huge living room. Her bright blue eyes are filled with excitement as she jumps about. She stops and runs to the foot of a flight of stairs,
"Mummy hurry up! I'm going to miss my show if we are late," her little voice yells,
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Gosh! You're so feisty today. And it's the school's show not yours," a woman with similar blue eyes walks majestically down the stairs. Her blonde curls are bouncing just above her shoulders. Her slender fingers are grazing the walls as she steadies herself on each step she takes, while her other hand lays steadily on her already huge bump.
She's heavily pregnant.
"Where are your stuff?"
"Already in the car! Now move a little bit faster!"
"Is your father already here?"
Many of the readers were dissatisfied with my original ending for this story, so, I wrote this one in accordance with their wishes and with the contribution of their constructive criticisms. What are your thoughts? I want to know. Thank you all so much!
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