I stand there still feeling like I’m in some haze, not entirely convinced that all this is real. “Guess that’s a yes.” She leans down, kissing me on the cheek, before turning to leave. How about French toast and bacon?” My stomach growls at her words. You have anything in mind to eat? It’s already afternoon, but if you still want breakfast we can do that.” You finish getting ready and I’ll meet you in the kitchen. “Now I can feed you and show you around.” She steps back, looking me over. “You have the softest hair.” She gifts me with a compliment and changes the subject.

Instead she pulls out a ribbon and ties it into my hair. These clothes had to cost more than my tuition for this private dance school.”Įlina doesn’t answer me. “Why is he doing all this? I don’t understand what’s happening. I sit down at a vanity, and she starts to brush my hair out. I turn to look in the mirror again, loving the shoes and the dress equally. “I always wanted a little girl to dress up.” Hesitantly I lift one foot, letting her slide one on, then the other. “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” I insist, feeling uncomfortable that she’s waiting on me. “These would look nice with that dress.” She bends down like she is going to put the shoes on me herself. They are a soft pink with flowers along the top. She walks over to the far wall and picks up a pair of sandals. I wish my mother was a little bit more like her. I look at her in the mirror, our eyes locking on each other. “Like it was made for me,” I reply, agreeing. “It fits perfectly,” Elina says approvingly. I always had to get ones that went all the way down to my feet. My mom would lose it if she saw me in a dress like this. The skirt flares out, hitting mid-thigh, the cotton material cool and pretty. I feel Elina come up behind me and pull the zipper up, and it’s secure but comfortable. It has little straps to hold the dress up while the top fits close. I pull my shirt off and slide the dress on over my body and turn to look in the mirror.

She picks up a white dress and hands it to me.

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