She buttons the last dress, slips the final hair bow into place, and takes a deep breath. They are being unusually cooperative for a Sunday, so she allows them to just be. The music in the background persuades them to twirl in their dresses around and around. Over and over again they go, and she can hear them singing.
The music is in her too. She feels it today. A newfound hope to keep trying, to keep going, to keep living her life and being brave. She holds back a lot, but not today.
Today she feels alive, and she can finally hear her own melody.
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