A/N: I wrote this one forever ago and thought about not posting it, but I decided against my better judgement. This is super short. And of course, I don't own anything unfortuantly. :( R&R please! :)
Edna walked up the stairs and was almost past Tracy's room when she heard soft sniffles coming from inside. She noticed the door was ajar and pushed it open a little more.
"Tracy? Hon, are you alright?"
Tracy looked up from the pillow she was crying on and noticed her mother.
"N-n-no."
Edna went over to the edge of the bed and sat down making the mattress sink slightly. Tracy sat up and put her head in her mothers lap while Edna softly stroked her hair.
"What's the matter?"
"I didn't get on the show. They didn't like that I was…f-f-fat…and…" She couldn't continue and she started to wail. Edna began rubbing Tracy's back waiting for the wails subside to sobs and hiccups.
"Oh Tracy. You know you shouldn't listen to what those people have to say. You know it best that it's what's on the inside that counts, not the outside, and that you're a great dancer. You shouldn't worry about what they say. You know you're beautiful, and I know that you're beautiful. And there are always more chances to audition."
Tracy hiccupped through her tears "You're right Mom. But it's s-s-still not fair."
"I know hon, I know. But you gotta do what'cha always do; pick your feet back up hold your head up strong and smile your greatest smile and go on and give it all ya got."
Tracy smiled.
"There's that smile."
Tracy hugged Edna "Thanks mom. You know everything."
"Oh no hon, I don't. You just think I do because I'm your mother."
"Yes well, I guess mothers know best."
Edna leaned down and kissed Tracy on the cheek and smiled. "You're right, we do know best. Are you gonna be okay now?"
"Yes mom."
"Alright. I love you. You get some sleep now, ya' hear?"
"Yes mom, I will. I love you too."
Edna walked out the door and closed it, and said with a smile "Mother's do know best."