““I hear it then, the music I forgot along the journey. It swells until it drowns out the overhead announcements and the sounds of busy travelers rushing along, their luggage wheels squeaking behind them. Mom rests her hand on my back. She says nothing, but the warmth of her touch is enough. Just like it is enough to wear this one face I’ve been given. To believe that God sent His grace to watch over me in my darkest hour. And to know that someday, maybe not today, but someday, I’ll even dance again.””
