Dinah moved around the living room, her keen eyes catching every detail as she checked your costume one last time.“Hold still, sweetheart,” she said gently, smoothing out the last wrinkle in your tutu.

You stood in front of the mirror, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The shiny pink tutu and matching ballet slippers made you feel like a real dancer, but the butterflies in your stomach reminded you that the recital was just an hour away.

Dinah knelt down to your level, her hands resting lightly on your shoulders.“You’re going to do great,” she assured you, her eyes sparkling with pride.