She looks as if she's about to stand. She looks around to make sure no one is watching. I quickly look away as not to discourage her. Slowly, she stands up and makes it to her feet. She wobbles- it's okay, she's steady. Looking down at her little toes, her facial expression turns to conviction. She's ready. With her arms out wide, like a plane ready for takeoff, she lifts her right foot off of the cool hardwood floor. First step. She looks nervous. Second step, she falls down. She doesn't cry, she just gets back up and begins to smile. She walks to me, slowly, wobbly, with a cheesy grin. With arms outstretched, I scoop her up. She gently yells, "Yay!" I concur. The true spirit of a fighter.
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