"You're like a dream come true," – When We Were Young by Adele (Album: 25)
The studio is filled with little girls today. All dressed in shades of pink in their leotards and tutu's.
All I see is little ballerina buns twirling and swirling around the room. Their giggles and laughter heard over the music as I walk in.
"What are we doing in here?" I ask.
My instructor Bree extracts herself from the mob of little girls and comes over to me and laughs.
"It's the end of the lesson so, dancing it out," She tells me.
"Always the best part." I say, bumping her with my shoulder.
"Ms. Bella, come dance." Maggie runs over with enthusiasm in her eyes and cheeks flushed pink from dancing.
I can't help myself.
My bags are dropped to the floor as Maggie grabs my hand pulling me into the circle of tiny dancers. We dance, no routine, just movement and laughter- to always remind them that dancing is more than work.
When I stop that's when I see him.
Standing in the doorway to the room.
It's like looking into my past, he's aged some of course.
In the most perfect way.
But he's still the one that got away.
But what is he doing here?
"Daddy!"
I should have known.