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Christmas day.
Christmas has always been bittersweet for Emília. She has never been with my dad on Christmas and has always wondered what he would've been like. Her mom was a single mom, struggling to make ends meet. She bought what she could, but a nice and warm dinner that they made together was always more than enough.
The girl's favorite present she ever got was my first pair of demi-pointe shoes. She cried when she opened the gift. They were very expensive. Her mom could barely afford them.
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I grabbed the box wrapped in white wrapping paper with a big pink bow on top of it. I shook the present, hearing something moving in it. My mom was enthusiastically watching me from the couch with a big smile on her face, holding a camera to film my reaction.
I slowly undid the bow, then aggressively tearing up the paper. The words 'Demi pointe shoes' were written on it. Tears welled in my eyes as I ran to my mom, hugging her.
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