Her head was swimming with a blur of thoughts. Nervous tension ran through Emma’s veins. Despite her less-than-loving home life, she still hoped her parents would show up. It was her big day, after all.
Will my parents come?
She had been training for this for over half her life; a good ten years had been spent going directly to the dance studio after school and staying there for hours just to avoid going home to her family
If she did well today, she would get accepted to Julliard, the school she had fallen in love with ever since she got her first pair of pointe shoes. Yet the main concern for Emma was whether her parents would come out and support her.
After closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Emma stepped out from behind the curtain and began to dance. Her childhood friends were enthusiastically smiling and holding up signs that said, “GO EMMA!”.
Squeezing past strangers who were congratulating her on her routine, Emma made her way to her friends. They ran to her at the same time, arms outstretched, reaching to hug her.
We're sorry your parents didn't come.
Yeah, that sucks.
As Max and Rosa continued to gush over her performance and shower her with affection, Emma smiled. She had just realized something; it didn’t matter that her parents didn’t show up. Because her family was right there.
But you were amazing up there! We are so incredibly proud of you.