Elegance Personified
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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elegance personified, tall, slim, beautiful, with smooth ebony skin. When she walked into the room, my mother owned it. In spite of her, many physical gives her most compelling traits or her silent strength and exceptional intelligence. For my fifth birthday, she planned a ladies night out for the two of us. The ballet, followed by dessert and hot chocolate at one of ST Louis, is most posh restaurants. The night at the ballet, my first was transformational. I was awed by the beauty and grace of the dancers, how they floated through the air as if by magic, the ability toe literally slat across the stage on their toes. After the ballet, I experienced another first, my first Cherries jubilee. The waiter delighted us with the flaming deserted our table. I made up my mind then and there that I, too, wanted to be a ballerina. In her typical no nonsense manner, my mother found out the best ballet school in the city. This school had trained many dancers who went on to perform with world renounced dance companies. So naturally, that's where I would go for my lessons. My excitement grew as we shopped for the Lear tarred tights and pink ballet slippers. I would need for my lessons. When we arrived at the dance studio, the stern looking owner peered over her glasses and looked me over. She told my mother that she wanted to speak to her, and the two of them stepped out of earshot from me. When my mother turned around, her beautiful face looked wounded and there were unfollowed in tears in her eyes. She abruptly said, Let's go the serious look on her face. Let me know that this wasn't the time for questions or conversation. We rode home and uncomfortable silence. A couple of days later, she announced that I would be attending a different school for my lessons. I didn't ask why, but was excited to start my journey as a future ballerina. It would be years later that my mother would share with me that the stern looking studio owner had pulled her aside. That day toe let her know that the school didn't accept colored girls in their classes. I have one son, and a month ago he gave me the best gift ever a granddaughter as I hold her and looked down on her beautiful mocha colored face the images of protesters holding black lives matter signs are in the background. My prayer from my little rose is that no one ever look at this beautiful girl and tell me that she isn't wanted.