In Memory of Michaela DePrince

The soul took a little one by the hand. "I dance when I'm nervous," it explained. "Let me show you!" The Chasse, Pirouette, and modified Arabesque were impeccable. "It's not hard! You try," the soul instructed, helping with the arms and legs every step of the way. "Always lift up!" it said with a happy sigh. "Reach out and reach up ... way up!" Peter motioned for the soul to step forward and it beamed at him, holding up a finger to signal "just a moment". "You are not confined to yourself," the soul whispered to the little one. "You are so much more than anything that held you down. Reach!" And Peter was deeply moved by this, given all that he had read in the Great Book before check-in; tears shone in his eyes as he waited.