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We sat together for a long time that night, truly talking for the first time in years. We made a new plan—one that didn’t involve spreadsheets or sacrifice at the expense of her soul. We agreed she would drop a few of the more grueling classes to make room for her passion. I realized that a bright future is meaningless if the person living it is empty inside.
Later that week, I went to the studio. I sat in the back of the darkened room and watched my daughter dance. As she moved across the floor with a fluid, fierce grace I had never seen before, I realized that Mike hadn’t just been taking her for ice cream. He had been taking her back to herself. I watched her fly, and for the first time, I wasn’t afraid of where she would land.
