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When she danced, she felt the world slip away. She was in her own dimension, a beautiful dimension. A place where there was no war, no famine, no disease. Just bliss.
A dimension when mother and father didn't fight. A dimension where mother was sane, and sister was alive. A world without divorce.
She imagined them in the crowd a she dance on a large stage, and a she would finish they would clap and cheer loudly. The loudest in the crowd. And she would be given roses and people would adore her.
And that one boy in the row right in front of her in music would also be in the first row, cheering for his wife. And they would have two kids, so beautiful, with shining blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair with just a smidge of brown. And Grandma would be there, and Auntie, and Uncle and all of her family, there in the crowd to celebrate her.
But as she ends and her feet stop, the illusion fades. The rows of old red chairs are empty, and there is no spotlight on her, and she hold no roses.
And mother is still delusional. Sister is still dead. Father is still alone in the old house. And she is alone, completely alone in the world. She steps off the stage, looking back at it when she reaches the door.
Because she knew that wishing for something didn't make it true. It just made it look farther away to the wisher.
A dimension when mother and father didn't fight. A dimension where mother was sane, and sister was alive. A world without divorce.
She imagined them in the crowd a she dance on a large stage, and a she would finish they would clap and cheer loudly. The loudest in the crowd. And she would be given roses and people would adore her.
And that one boy in the row right in front of her in music would also be in the first row, cheering for his wife. And they would have two kids, so beautiful, with shining blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair with just a smidge of brown. And Grandma would be there, and Auntie, and Uncle and all of her family, there in the crowd to celebrate her.
But as she ends and her feet stop, the illusion fades. The rows of old red chairs are empty, and there is no spotlight on her, and she hold no roses.
And mother is still delusional. Sister is still dead. Father is still alone in the old house. And she is alone, completely alone in the world. She steps off the stage, looking back at it when she reaches the door.
Because she knew that wishing for something didn't make it true. It just made it look farther away to the wisher.