Turn out... turn out... turn out... The voices of both her ballet coach and her mother echoed in Emi's head. On the box... she thought as she got up onto the tip of her toes. She loved these pointe shoes. After much practise in them, they were becoming more and more comfortable. Her legs were getting stronger too. As much as she knew they would ache after rehearsal, she didn't want to stop dancing. She twirled around on the box of her pointe shoes, mentally reminding herself to keep her knees straight, keep her abs taut. Balance was everything. On the bourrés she reminded herself, squeeze your thighs together, imagine a penny between them. Knees straight. Internally, she pouted at the little mistakes she made, but overall she knew she was doing better. "Emi, sweetie, we have to go home," her mummy called to her. Emi pouted. "One more time, mummy?" she asked. "Please?" Her mummy smiled at her and nodded. "One more," she said. "And then you need to rest those talented legs of yours." Beaming, Emi nodded. She got to do it one more time before she headed home. She'd give it her all, again.
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Although Emi wasn't able to celebrate her seventh birthday on her actual birthdate, she was happy to meet her baby sister. Elia was so teeny; like a baby doll almost. Looking at her sister made Emi want to dress her up in pretty clothes and do her hair, not that she had a lot of hair.
Her mummy said that Elia was fragile though. That she had to be careful with her; hold her softly, lightly. Which wasn't so hard so Emi didn't mind. Emi had been more than happy just holding Elia and sometimes helping with her diaper. It was nice having a baby sister and that was enough for her. But then on a couple of days later, her family was there to celebrate her birthday. Emi was having fun playing with her cousins and her brother and her aunts and uncles, but while she was at the park, she missed her little sister. She wanted to be there to give her hugs and kisses and to look at her while her mummy or daddy changed her clothes. In the middle of playing on the swings, she jumped off and ran to her daddy. "Daddy," she said. "I want to go home and check on Elia. I miss her. I love this party and all my gifts, but Elia is the best birthday present ever." |
Emilia at a glanceNames: Emilia Paris van Loon Archives
April 2017
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