Veronica was an amazing dancer. When she was on the floor she glided over the parquetry, it seemed she was above the floor as if flying, so graceful was she.
I loved to watch her and when my kids were old enough I enrolled them in her school of dance.
My youngest, the drama queen of the family, took to dance like a pig in mud. She loved nothing better than swanning around the living room, calling attention to herself as she cut a swathe across the carpet and through the heirloom furniture.
It was true we all agreed that youngest had the motion and energy in her feet and body that would take her places. If I only survived the process.
Written for: https://lindaghill.com/2018/01/26/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-daily-prompt-jan-27th-2018/
Morpethroad 
Ah, sibling differences.
Reminds me of my kids and how different they are. Good job, Michael
I’m always grateful that they are different….they look alike, but are very unique in their particular ways, just how we as parents would want them to be.
I agree.