Three Years Later
"Are you ready?"
I looked at Grace as she fixed my hair and smiled. I didn't think I could ever be ready for this, but that might just be my nerves speaking. I was both nervous and excited, and a whirlwind of other emotions threatened to clog my throat and make me cry again.
"None of that, dear! The lady just finished your makeup!" Mrs. Davids scolded me and then swatted my hand away as I tried to rub my eyes.
"I'm sorry. I'm just - oh my gosh, I think I'm close to fainting," I said, fanning my hands in front of my face.
The door opened, and Tiffa poked her head inside. It still amazes me to see how much she has grown up. She had not yet reached the double digits, but time seemed to be passing by so fast, like grains of sand sifting through my fingers.
"Mommy, Mr. S
