{"id":112084,"date":"2025-02-10T10:49:05","date_gmt":"2025-02-10T03:49:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writehorizon.com\/?p=112084"},"modified":"2025-02-10T10:49:05","modified_gmt":"2025-02-10T03:49:05","slug":"someone-cut-the-ribbons-on-my-granddaughters-pointe-shoes-so-she-couldnt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writehorizon.com\/someone-cut-the-ribbons-on-my-granddaughters-pointe-shoes-so-she-couldnt\/","title":{"rendered":"Someone Cut the Ribbons on My Granddaughter\u2019s Pointe Shoes So She Couldn\u2019t&hellip;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Someone Cut the Ribbons on My Granddaughter\u2019s Pointe Shoes So She Couldn\u2019t Dance Again at a Wedding \u2014 and I Found Out Who&hellip;\n<p>My grandchild, Scarlett, lost her dad, my eldest son, when she was only eight. He passed away in a car a-cc-ide-nt two years ago. God rest his soul. But even that tragedy didn\u2019t make her give up dancing.\n</p><p>Scarlett had been learning ballet since she was very young and wanted to become a professional dancer. When my middle son Robert asked her to dance at his wedding, everyone was thrilled.\n</p><p>On the wedding day, she looked amazing, spinning in her tutu to beautiful music. The guests gave her a standing ovation. But just 30 minutes later, I found her in the garden crying her heart out.\n</p><p>\u201cGranny, I won\u2019t be dancing again!\u201d she sobbed.\n</p><p>\u201cWhy? Everyone loved it!\u201d I said, confused. Then I saw why.\n</p><p><img fetchpriority='\"high\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-112096 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/writehorizon.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2025%5C/02%5C/Cut-the-Ribbons.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"1080\"' height='\"1350\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/writehorizon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/Cut-the-Ribbons.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n</p><p>Her pointe shoes were on the ground\u2014ribbons cut.\n</p><p>\u201cSomeone cut the ribbons, Granny! The shoes are ruined!\u201d Scarlett said.\n</p><p>Who would do something so cruel? I didn\u2019t know who was responsible, but I knew they\u2019d pay for it.\n</p><p>Margaret\u2019s five-year-old son, Tommy, came running toward us, waving something in his hands \u2014 the cut ribbons from Scarlett\u2019s shoes.\n</p><p>\u201cSweetheart, where did you get those ribbons?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cI cut them!\u201d he announced proudly. \u201cI did good!\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cBut why would you do that? Didn\u2019t you like Scarlett\u2019s dancing?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cI loved it. But Mommy told me to do it. She said Scarlett was being bad and trying to steal her wedding.\u201d\n</p><p>Before I could respond, Margaret appeared.\n</p><p>\u201cGet away from my son!\u201d she snarled, yanking Tommy behind her.\n</p><p>\u201cHe did what any real man would do: protected his mother at her wedding.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cProtected you from what, exactly?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cOh, please.\u201d She rolled her eyes. \u201cYou saw her out there in that white dress, twirling around like some little princess. This is MY day, MY moment!\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cShe\u2019s a child! And you chose that dress!\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cShe shouldn\u2019t have tried to overshadow me,\u201d Margaret spat. \u201cThis is my wedding, and I won\u2019t be upstaged by some\u2026 little ballerina.\u201d\n</p><p>I turned to find my son Robert standing nearby, his face ashen. But Margaret wasn\u2019t done. She marched into the reception hall, grabbed the microphone, and plastered on a fake smile.\n</p><p>\u201cDear guests!\u201d Her voice rang out, shrill and false. \u201cLet\u2019s raise our glasses and celebrate the most important day of my life! A toast to me and my wonderful groom Robert! Now, if everyone would move to the chapel, we can get to the main event: my wedding!\u201d\n</p><p>I walked to the stage, took the microphone from her hand, and held up Scarlett\u2019s ruined shoes.\n</p><p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry, everyone,\u201d I said, my voice steady despite my anger, \u201cbut you need to see what kind of person is standing before you. This woman instructed her young son to destroy my granddaughter\u2019s dance shoes because she felt threatened by a child.\u201d\n</p><p>Margaret\u2019s face drained of color, but her chin jutted out defiantly.\n</p><p>\u201cOh, come on!\u201d she snapped. \u201cIt\u2019s my wedding! Why should I share the spotlight with anyone?\u201d\n</p><p>I looked at my son. \u201cRobert, are you going to let this woman humiliate your niece? She used her own child as a weapon!\u201d\n</p><p>Robert walked to where Scarlett stood crying and kneeled before her, taking her small hands in his.\n</p><p>\u201cI\u2019m so sorry,\u201d he whispered. Then he stood and faced the room. \u201cThe wedding is off.\u201d\n</p><p>Margaret\u2019s mouth fell open. \u201cYou can\u2019t be serious! Over some stupid shoes?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cNo,\u201d Robert said quietly. \u201cOver what those shoes represent. Over who you really are.\u201d\n</p><p>The guests began to leave. Margaret stood alone in the middle of the dance floor, her perfect day in ruins around her.\n</p><p>Robert and I led Scarlett away.\n</p><p>Later that evening, I sat with Scarlett in my kitchen. Her eyes were still red from crying. The familiar scent of chocolate chip cookies filled the air, warm and comforting, just like her father used to make them.\n</p><p>\u201cGranny, I think I will dance again. Daddy would want me to keep dancing, wouldn\u2019t he?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cYes,\u201d I smiled, thinking of my son and his endless encouragement of Scarlett\u2019s dreams. \u201cHe absolutely would want his little swan to dance again.\u201d\n</p><p>I could almost see my son smiling down at us, watching his daughter\u2019s strength shine through her pain.\n</p><p>Tomorrow we would buy new shoes for Scarlett to dance again, her spirit unbroken by someone else\u2019s cruelty. 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