We spent the day touring the school and the building where I’d work.
Studios full of light. Kids stretching at barres. Teachers who actually smiled.
The job wasn’t glamorous, but it was steady.
That night, after Lily fell asleep, my mom and I read every line of those contracts.
We waited for tricks that never appeared.
That was a year ago.
I still wake up early. I still smell like cleaning supplies.
But I make it to every class. Every recital.
Lily dances harder than ever.
Sometimes, watching her, I swear I can feel Emma clapping for us.
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