follow your dreams…

The little girl looked up at her mom. Follow your dreams, sweetie, her mom would always tell her. Now her mom was very ill. Looking into her moms big blue eyes, her daughter was determined, I’m going to become a ballet dancer, mom, I promise, I’ll do it for you, she knew her mom always wanted to be a ballet dancer. Her mom smiled weakly. Do it for yourself, darling, only do it for yourself, nothing will make me prouder. And so she did, because she wanted nothing more than to make her mom proud of her.

March 22: Flash Fiction Challenge

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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