
Someone Cut the Ribbons on My Granddaughter’s Pointe Shoes So She Couldn’t Dance Again at a Wedding — and I Found Out Who
Scarlett had always been a fighter. Two years had passed since my eldest son—her beloved father—died in a tragic accident. Through it all, she danced. Ballet wasn’t just a hobby for her; it was her way of keeping his memory alive. Every pirouette, every delicate leap, was for him. When my middle son, Robert, asked…