Chapter Seventy-Two: The School Play
The twins' second-grade school play was announced in a letter that came home in Lily's backpack.
Dear Parents,
The second grade will be performing "The Enchanted Forest" for the annual spring concert. Your child has been given a role. Costumes will be provided. Please mark your calendars for Friday, May 17th, at 7:00 PM.
Lina read the letter three times.
"Lily, what's your role?" she asked.
Lily beamed. "I'm the fairy queen! I get to wear a crown and a sparkly dress and fly across the stage!"
"Leo, what's your role?"
Leo sighed. "I'm a tree."
Lina bit back a smile. "A tree?"
"A tree. I have to stand in the background and not move."
"That sounds important."
"It's not important. It's a tree."
"Trees are very important. Without trees, the enchanted forest wouldn't be enchanted."
Leo considered this. Then he nodded slowly. "That's true."
"See? You're essential."
Leo sighed again. "I'm an essential tree."
Lina hugged him.
"The most essential tree," she said.
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The weeks leading up to the play were chaotic.
Lily practiced her lines constantly, reciting them at breakfast, in the car, before bed. "I am the fairy queen. I protect the forest. I will not let the darkness in."
Leo practiced being still.
"I don't need to practice being still," he said. "I'm already still."
"You can always be stiller," Lina said.
Leo looked at her like she had lost her mind.
But he practiced anyway.
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The night of the play arrived cold and clear.
Lina and Ethan sat in the front row, Victoria beside them, Victor and Katherine in the row behind. Maya sat with her mother, who had taken the night off work to be there. The auditorium was packed with parents and grandparents and siblings and friends.
Lina's hands were shaking.
"Are you nervous?" Ethan asked.
"Terrified."
"They're going to be fine."
"What if Lily forgets her lines? What if Leo falls asleep standing up?"
Ethan took her hand. "Then they'll be adorable. And even if they're not adorable, they'll be ours."
Lina leaned into him.
"Ours," she said.
"Ours," he agreed.
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The lights dimmed.
The curtain rose.
The play began.
Lily was magnificent.
She strode onto the stage like she owned it, her crown sparkling, her dress shimmering, her voice loud and clear. She remembered every line. She hit every mark. She flew across the stage with the grace of a real fairy queen.
The audience laughed. The audience clapped. The audience fell in love.
Leo was a tree.
He stood in the background, perfectly still, exactly as he had been instructed. He did not move. He did not speak. He simply... was.
Lina watched him with tears in her eyes.
He was the most essential tree she had ever seen.
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The play ended with the fairy queen saving the forest from darkness.
Lily spread her arms wide, her wings catching the light, and declared, "The light will always win."
The audience erupted in applause.
Lina clapped until her hands hurt.
Ethan whistled.
Victoria cried.
Victor and Katherine cheered.
Maya's mother wiped her eyes.
And Leo, the essential tree, stood in the background and allowed himself a small, satisfied smile.
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After the play, the families gathered in the auditorium.
Lily was surrounded by admirers, accepting compliments with the grace of a seasoned performer.
"Thank you. Thank you. Yes, I practiced for weeks. Yes, the wings were itchy. Yes, I am the best fairy queen in second grade."
Leo stood to the side, holding Ellie the elephant, waiting.
Lina walked over to him.
"You were wonderful," she said.
"I was a tree."
"You were the best tree."
Leo looked up at her. "Lily was the star."
"Lily was the fairy queen. You were the tree. Every story needs both."
Leo considered this.
"I guess," he said.
Lina knelt down and hugged him.
"I'm proud of you," she whispered. "For being still. For being patient. For being you."
Leo hugged her back.
"I love you, Mama," he said.
Lina's heart burst.
"I love you too, baby. More than anything."
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The celebration continued at the penthouse.
Pizza and cake and ice cream and the particular chaos of a family that had something to celebrate. Lily told the story of the play again and again, adding new details each time. Leo sat on the couch with Victor, looking at photographs of trees.
Victoria found Lina in the kitchen.
"She's a natural," Victoria said, nodding toward Lily.
"She's a ham."
"Same thing, sometimes."
Lina smiled. "That's what Ethan says."
Victoria leaned against the counter. "You're doing a good job, Lina. With both of them."
Lina's eyes stung. "Thank you."
"I mean it. They're confident. They're kind. They're exactly who they're supposed to be."
Lina looked at her children—Lily, holding court in the living room; Leo, studying trees with his grandfather.
"We're trying," Lina said. "That's all any of us can do."
Victoria nodded.
"That's all any of us can do," she agreed.
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Later, after the guests had gone home and the twins were asleep, Lina sat on the couch with Ethan.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Full," Lina said. "Not from the cake. From... everything. From watching them. From seeing them shine."
Ethan put his arm around her. "They get it from you."
"Get what?"
"The shining. The confidence. The ability to stand in front of a room full of people and not be afraid."
Lina leaned into him. "They get it from you too."
"Maybe. Or maybe they get it from themselves. Maybe they're just who they're supposed to be."
Lina thought about that.
She thought about Lily, born to perform. Leo, born to observe. Both of them perfect, just as they were.
"I can't wait to see who they become," Lina said.
Ethan kissed her forehead.
"Neither can I," he said.
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The Next Morning
Lina found Leo in his room, sitting on his bed, holding Ellie the elephant.
"Are you okay, baby?" she asked, sitting beside him.
Leo nodded. "I was thinking about the play."
"What about it?"
"About being a tree. About not being the star."
Lina waited.
Leo was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "I think I'm okay with it. Being a tree. Being in the background. Not everyone has to be the star."
Lina pulled him into her arms.
"That's very wise," she said. "For an eight-year-old."
Leo shrugged. "I read a lot."
Lina laughed.
She held her son, her essential tree, and felt grateful for every part of him.
Not the parts that shone. Not the parts that stood out.
All of him.
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End of Chapter Seventy-Two