As I walked up the stairs to the green room, I saw a 3-year-old girl coming out the door, holding her mom’s hand. She was wearing a pink tutu, pink leotard, and sparkling silver shoes.
I waved hello, then pointed to her shoes. “I love your shoes!”
She smiled, then twirled around in her skirt, letting it flare out far out as wide as it would go. She faced…
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