“When did it arrive?” I heard my mum say.
“When did what arrive?” I asked. My first pointe class was next week and my mum had just called me downstairs.
She handed me a present.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Open it.” My mother beckoned.
I teared the pink wrapping to reveal small and rectangular wooden box. I carefully opened it and when I saw what was inside, I burst into tears.
“Thank you Mum, I love it!”
They were my very one pointe shoes, and they were beautiful.
I went straight up stairs and practiced in them. Now they would feel comfortable by the time is started pointe classes.