She is happy again, I see a spark in her that has been missing for too many
months. She stood the other night, microphone in hand, and let the sound pour
out of her, it filled us, it ran through us and it touched us. She knew I was
so proud. I looked across at my oldest friends, and looks can say it all.
Later on the phone, "You dreamed her up, she is the daughter that you
dreamed of. I can't believe how well she sings" This from one whose talent
I have always admired and envied. So I thank them, not just for words of praise
but for a look which brought the spark back to my girl's eye.
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