But Lucía felt something for the first time in months. “Arra, you don’t know anything about my life. Go away.” The girl didn’t flinch. She crossed her arms. “Yes, I know. You’re scared. I see. I live there.” She pointed to an old building with a faded sign. “Orphanage, Sunbeam.” “We’re always scared there. We’re scared that they won’t adopt us.”
I’m afraid to be alone. Do you know what I do when I’m afraid? Lucía didn’t answer, but for the first time something glinted in her eyes. I dance out of curiosity. Even without music, I move my body and the fear disappears. Shall I teach you to dance?
Lucía almost laughed. It was a bitter laugh. I can’t even walk. So what? Do you have hands? No.
“What is your name?” Lucía asked softly. “Celeste.” “And you, Lucía?” At that, Lucía stepped closer and crouched down to the height of the chair. “I’ll show you something, but promise not to make fun of me.” “Why?” “Because I’m a terrible dancer.” “And then…”
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