"I kind of had a crash course this year in growing up. Youwon’tknow this,Deeny-beany, but I used to dance"
My arm is cramping. Omigosh, it really hurts, if I don’t move right now… Dina emits a tiny cry and shifts position. Phew! If she hadn’t moved just then, my arm would’ve broken off and then I would be out one leg and one arm. Uh, haha.
Weird gallows humor aside, I look down at the teeny tiny girl in my arms, and I can’t help it, my eyes fill with tears.
She’s just so new; her whole life is ahead of her, perfect, unblemished, filled with every hope and dream that we all have for her. And it doesn’t seem fair, because I know her life won’t be perfect. This little niece of mine is going to face challenges, hardships, disappointments. Maybe even heartbreak.
The door creaks open and an extremely tan face peeks into the living room.
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