Ciarra, waiting at the bus stop, is dancing like a robot. She dips her head nearly to her knees, bends her elbows at sharp angles, pivots, throws in a few Michael Jacksonish moves. I am watching out the window. "Ciarra, are you a robot?" "Yep!" Hear vehicles coming up the road "Ciarra, people are going to think you are pretty silly" (WHY do I care? shes alive, vibrant, happy, uninhibited..do i REALLY want her to be more like ME? NOOO!!) "Its ok, Mom, Im just dancing. I dont even know their names." Meaning: Dont worry about it. I got this. What do *I* care what strangers think. Atta girl CB.
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