“She delivered the sorrowful soliloquy with passion and fervor far beyond her 11 years. She seemed to feel every word she uttered as tears streamed down her young face. We were all completely captivated. Then, she broke into a ballad. Her voice was angelic, pure.”

Surely, pride cannot really be one of the seven deadly sins. We must acknowledge that which we are part of that is great.

Children, purest souls, know no fear and your little sister was a giant among the children that night…still must be to this day. And your mother…wow. I was moved enough that I cheered the ‘Little Mutton’ on too.

You Rock!