The End of Tears of Hunger
My daughter is a ballerina.
My daughter is a ballerina.
That may not mean much to many, but when you gave up the dream of having a daughter, and 8000 miles away from home you find her, those things that weren’t possible become so important. There was a senior girl who volunteered to teach the small ones ballet, so for the first time in over 100 years, they had a ballet recital at RVA.
Some things are better in theory. Jo worked so...