“That’s right… Up on your tippy-toes,” Amanda encouraged. She had to struggle to keep from laughing at the concentration etched on Emi’s little face. Her little girl held on to the ballet barre, observing Amanda, who demonstrated just what she wanted her to mimic. Amanda smiles. “That’s my girl,” she said proudly.
She sat on the floor, beckoning Emi over to her. As Emi sat with her legs stretched in front of her, Amanda reached out to correct her little feet. She gently slid her fingers along Emi’s arches, pressing the tops of Emi's feet forward and turning them out into first position. It seemed Emi had a naturally good point, making Amanda’s smile grow wider. In the back of Amanda’s mind, a voice constantly nagged at her, demanding her to pay attention to it. She couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been interested in dance at Emi’s age. With each of Emi’s new developments, she wondered if she’d been the same way at that age. She wished there was someone to tell her tales of when she was an infant or a toddler. If only… Before her thoughts could go further, Niels’ voice infiltrated her mind. “Would my ballerinas mind taking a break for some apple juice?” Right away, Emi got up and ran over to Niels, jumping into his arms. Amanda chuckled and stood up as well. What was the point of fussing over what she didn’t know? What she did know was good enough for now.
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