“Honey, now take a spin”, Margie said with a flourish as she watched the little female child totter with her capering two feet, trying to swirl around, “there you go! Smile over your shoulder as you turn.” she continued
The child’s head turned as her little figure spun. The girl glowed and glittered in her pageant dress as she moved across the floor, her beautiful blue eyes holding a fine freedom that only she perceived. Her hair was blonde just like her mother’s but Marge’s was whiter. Both their features were almost a mind numbing similar with the exception of one; Marge shuddered when the thought returned. The little girl still continued her dance even while Marge had stopped cheering but was watching in amazement. Mother and daughter’s eye caught during the spin and Marge’s daughter giggled.