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After her father’s death, Toni’s mother began to change. It wasn’t immediate, like someone snapped his finger and voila---she was a different person; rather it was a slow and gradual process. Her mother, who used to be so retiring and homebound, was now stretching beyond her comfort zone and embracing new things. It began six months after the funeral when her mother took up salsa dancing at the local senior community center. She attended classes once a week. One day, while visiting her mother, mostly to see if she was doing well and if the refrigerator was well-stocked or if she needed any errands run, her mother demonstrated the new steps she had learned. Toni didn’t have time to protest---she really was in a bit of a hurry---before her mother turned on the stereo, which blasted out salsa music at top volume, and was demonstrating her moves, a shimmying of the shoulders and swiveling of the hips that may have came across as effortless to her, but was actually clumsy and childlike, as though she was counting each step in her head. She looked at Toni with an eager smile flashing across her face.
After her father’s death, Toni’s mother began to change. It wasn’t immediate, like someone snapped his finger and voila---she was a different person; rather it was a slow and gradual process. Her mother, who used to be so retiring and homebound, was now stretching beyond her comfort zone and embracing new things. It began six months after the funeral when her mother took up salsa dancing at the local senior community center. She attended classes once a week. One day, while visiting her mother, mostly to see if she was doing well and if the refrigerator was well-stocked or if she needed any errands run, her mother demonstrated the new steps she had learned. Toni didn’t have time to protest---she really was in a bit of a hurry---before her mother turned on the stereo, which blasted out salsa music at top volume, and was demonstrating her moves, a shimmying of the shoulders and swiveling of the hips that may have came across as effortless to her, but was actually clumsy and childlike, as though she was counting each step in her head. She looked at Toni with an eager smile flashing across her face.
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