This year required real ballet shoes and a uniform of pink. Instead of sitting in my lap the entire first class like last year, even with a new school and new instructor, Miss Camille, she ran in and didn't give me a second thought. I was shuffled off the the parents room to wait. I snuck back to the door to take a peak a few times... and stare at her, all legs and arms, twirling and leaping across the dance floor.
Our little ballerina.