Quaking, Mia lifted her head from the floor, her wispy gold hair falling into her eyes. She heaved a heavy sigh. She had fallen. She had fallen again. Then a voice cried out in horror. It was her mother. “Mia!”
Ballet Slippers
Ballet Slippers
Ballet Slippers
Quaking, Mia lifted her head from the floor, her wispy gold hair falling into her eyes. She heaved a heavy sigh. She had fallen. She had fallen again. Then a voice cried out in horror. It was her mother. “Mia!”