“Why not”?? Sally thought as she picked up the old dancing shoes she had found in the cedar chest, along with a stack of books, “What could it hurt to try them on?”
Carefully, she tied the ribbons around her ankles. Once, twice, a third time she twirled. For a brief moment, feeling free.
“What are you doing”!?!
Sally turned to find her mother standing in the doorway.
“Why don’t you like me to dance, mamma?”
“I don’t want it to ruin your life the way it did mine but I suppose I have been a bit unfair to you.”
Inspired by the following photo:
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