Not Like Me
"Ashley, I didn't go back to my dream. And I have hated myself for it for years. Even if this is your goodbye to ballet forever, you need to perform and end your career bowing, not falling. You tell Madame to finish teaching you. As for your ankle, I'll call Dr. Ping in the morning and have him exam your foot. I'm sure he will give you the all-clear for a basic dance."
I hug mom. I cry like the baby that I am. I'm surprised I'm not grounded. And I am relieved as well. I hand mom a brownie. I love her, and she loves me. Parents are our teachers. They are on our team some days and embarrass us the next. It's not a matter of why they embarrass us or how; it comes with the job description.
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