“In our age of bling this would barely register, but then it was like looking at a pot of gold. They glistened, they shone, they were as tempting as the ballet slippers in The Red Shoes. How could any little girl not covet those shiny gold sandals? And all you had to do was be like Cinderella–have them fit your foot. When the big day came, waiting in line with all the other little girls, I would check their feet, comparing them to mine while I hoped and prayed that this year I was Cinderella. Finally, it was my turn…”
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