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| My daughter, a new nursing school graduate! |
from her hand and off the stage onto the floor, I had
to stop myself from stepping in, but Becky didn't miss
a beat, just started clapping. She put the program,
and the song, before her feelings, knew at such a
tender age you have to choose your battles wisely.
I've watched her playing T-ball, volleyball, and get
her GED, seen her walk -- a princess -- down the aisle,
hold her newborn son, play countless games of cards.
I've known her wrath and love and ached throughout
to see her happy. Now a new beginning, such excitement
as the book begins, the plot with all its layers
starting to unfold. All possibility ahead, some of the
characters still hazy, details yet unclear, but she
will always, always clap instead of crying that
someone has done her wrong and made her
miss her place within the song.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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