The years had flown and now here she was. She had been provided with a beautiful dress and high heels to wear. The high heels were the greatest challenge. She and the other girls had been practicing for 2 hours a day for 2 weeks. To her, walking in the heels was becoming a woman, being somebody, a symbol of one day leaving the garbage dump.
The women teachers and friends all met 2 hours early to help her with her hair and makeup. The room was decorated beautifully. A violin was being played for background music. Her name was called on the microphone, her escort took her hand and she walked, or floated, across the room. She walked across the room with admiring glances from the students who hoped one day to graduate. But most of all, she looked with moist eyes at her mom and dad as they beamed with pride. This was the first time she had seen her mom and dad together in a long time and she knew there was hope.
She walked, she walked into the future, with hope in her soul and God in her heart.
Yes, success, step by step, in high heels.