Once the music started, there was no stopping me. I felt like I was on fire—something I had not felt for a long time. At the same time, it was like I had never stopped dancing. The movement in my body was liberating me from my pain, and I wondered why I ever let my grief keep me from it.
I was so caught up in the dance. Then I realized that Keyla and Courtney had stopped dancing, and were watching me. This was my moment and I was owning it and could not stop now. It felt so good to dance. I was so happy.
For a brief moment, the nervousness left me. My mother always said I was born to be a dancer. She saw it when she enrolled me in my first dance class, and she was right. As far back as I can remember, I’ve always loved dancing. I felt like I could conquer anything when I was performing. I heard Keyla and Courtney cheering for me, and then I saw them dancing again. I turned to them and smiled. “Thank you, ladies. Love you both!”
“We love you, too, Mia,” they replied in unison.
Then we all continued our dance. When we finished dancing, the three of us lay down on the floor of the dance studio. I stretched and groaned. “Oh, man! I need to get back into shape, ladies.” Keyla and Courtney giggled, and suddenly I’m joining them. The three of us continue laughing for a long time.
Finally, Courtney took a breath and said, “I am so happy you are here with us, Mia.” I glared at them. Keyla nodded in agreement.
I smiled “I am, too.”
Outside, we could hear the wind blowing. It was almost like a song playing—haunting, but poetic at the same time. Tears filled my eyes.
“Everything okay, Mia?” asked Keyla.
“Yes, I am okay. It’s just that the wind outside made me think about Leo.”
“He will always be a part of you, Mia,” says Courtney.
I grinned back at them. “Thank you.”
Later that evening, as I walk into my house, I notice that both Mom and Dad are out. Then I see the note on the refrigerator.
Dear Mia,I am at church choir practice, and your father went to Bingo with John Dancy.
P.S. Dinner is in the microwave. Just reheat it.
It was good to hear that Mr. Dancy was also starting to do something that made him happy. I just wish Mrs. Dancy would do the same. But who am I to judge? I have been down in the dumps for over a year. Today is the first day in a long while I decided to break out of my sadness and do something different. Hopefully, she will reach the same kind of awakening.
I wonder how long it will take.