INSPIRATIONAL
Lily Rose
Photo: Bejewelled by AussieGall
http://www.flickr.com/photos/aussiegall/2194686340/
Norma looked at her reflection in
the mirror. It had been another long
night. Her face was puffy and
blotched from crying herself to sleep
again.
Reaching for her makeup, she began
to apply the white cream with
experience. She knew how to cover
the pain.
A loud knock on her dressing room
door announced the timekeeper,
“Hurry up, the audience is getting
restless.“
She finished painting on the big red
smile on her lips and cheeks.
Taking strides toward the stage, she
knew it was time to perform.
With a deep breath, she spoke a
silent prayer, “Why did I, God? Why
did I? Please help me…”
Alone on the stage among people
she did not know, she danced. They
shouted. She swirled. They clapped.
She hopped. They hooted. She
preened. They whistled.
She could still see her
mom’s distraught face
on that final day.
JASMINE'S PLACE
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