Our three words today are: daughter, dreams, love.
Our picture prompt is this:
The tutu and ballet slippers were laid out just as they always were every Saturday morning.
Gathering them up, she put them back in the box and went into her mother’s room.
Grace sat in her chair, the crocheted shawl around her frail shoulders.
‘Don’t be late dear,’ she said. ‘You know how Madame hates to be kept waiting.’
‘I won’t Mother. Is there anything you need while I’m out?’
‘No dear, thank you. Enjoy your class.’
Gemma was finding it more and more difficult to hold back the tears.
The love she felt for her mother exceeded everything else which is why she kept up the charade.
In years gone by, Grace had dreams of being a ballet dancer, but due to ill health followed by paralysis and blindness, it was never to be, so she had hopes for her daughter to flourish where she had been denied.
Gemma could never be a dancer, ballet or otherwise. She was too big, too heavy and too awkward. But she went through the motions every Saturday morning of going out ‘to class’ after her mother had painstakingly put out her old slippers and tutu.