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Cummins 2009

Monday, June 28, 2010

An Angel in the Choir

We fought, we laughed, we cried. Every Wednesday, I pushed and pulled her to practice. I threatened her, bribed her, I pleaded with her to sing the songs that the instructor wanted them to. She promised she would. Then, she fooled around for the whole hour. We cried on the away home. But, we went to every practice. Then, they announced the first performance, a practice recital before their performance at Christmas Mass. New clothes, fixed up her hair, ironed her choir robe. Fixed her a big healthy breakfast which she didn't eat. Got to the Hispanic Cultural Center. She decided she did not want to be in the choir. More fighting and crying. She got sick to her stomach. She was hungry. She went up to sing and stood with her group and pouted. Finally, a song she liked. My angel started to sing. Heavenly!Check Spelling

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