"Her movements are a poem on wheels. In her, I see a reflection of you at her age, but with more technique, with more talent."
I didn't know whether to feel flattered or slightly offended by the comparison, but I chose to feel proud. After all, I am also immensely proud of my daughter.
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With all the preparations complete and the invitations sent out, the big day finally came. It was a day in June, and I remembered reading once that June brides are the happiest. I clung to that idea with the stubbornness of someone in need of a good omen.
My parents left the house with me, riding in a beautiful limousine that picked us up. My mother had already seen me in the dress, but for my father, it was the first time. His reaction was immediate; his cheeks flushed with emotion, as if the sigh
