How messed up is it to be jealous of your own child? And for such a trivial reason as the size of her feet?
Elizabeth considered this as she looked at one of her old ballet slippers and scoured for the other one. It was an endeavor both frustrating and pointless. Abbie had size eleven feet, small for a six-year-old but perfect for ballet class. At the sa…
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