When I’m dancing, I’m invincible! Nothing can touch me!
My grandmother, Ammamma, is my dance teacher and my best friend. But what happens when the one person who believes in you isn’t there to guide you anymore? How can I carry on dancing when other things have swallowed me up, like grief. Is it time to give it up altogether … or do I just have to find a new dance?
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