The carolors looked to be late elementary or early middle school. They were about the age that Cadence was when she was ending her foster care journey and beginning her life with her moms. That first Christmas with them had been confusing for her. It was the first time she had gotten a gift from the heart. The second one had been much better. She had discovered music by then and had led the three in singing Christmas songs.
Cadence jumped in her seat as the woman spoke to her her, startling her out of her memories. Cadence was surprised that some tears had fallen, but they weren’t of sadness. She felt nothing but joy for those celebrations with her family. Her fingers began to twist the rings on her fingers - one on the left hand and two on the right, as her anxiety began to flare up. Thankfully this was a conversation she could have pretty easily without panicking.
”Yeah they’re pretty good,” she said, smiling. ”But more important -look at how happy they are to be singing. That’s what it’s about right there.”
Cadence watched and a girl in the group turned to look at them. Cadence caught the double take as the girl noticed her and Cadence gave her a little wave. The girl smiled.
Cadence jumped in her seat as the woman spoke to her her, startling her out of her memories. Cadence was surprised that some tears had fallen, but they weren’t of sadness. She felt nothing but joy for those celebrations with her family. Her fingers began to twist the rings on her fingers - one on the left hand and two on the right, as her anxiety began to flare up. Thankfully this was a conversation she could have pretty easily without panicking.
”Yeah they’re pretty good,” she said, smiling. ”But more important -look at how happy they are to be singing. That’s what it’s about right there.”
Cadence watched and a girl in the group turned to look at them. Cadence caught the double take as the girl noticed her and Cadence gave her a little wave. The girl smiled.