what is weird

No sooner did I write about "the other little girl" than this happened:

I taught Leah about 10 years ago. Her mom had just died. Leah was a middle kid - older sisters, and a younger. I never met the younger sister. She was just a baby, and while she was at recitals and shows, she was too little to dance, and her sisters never thought it was important enough to show her off.

Anyhow - I am teaching this theater class yesterday, and in walks the baby sister - 12 years old now - and looking EXACTLY like Leah. The difference is that this kid is happy. She giggles, she smiles, she tells me what her sisters are doing. She turned out alright - better than alright, and from the sounds of it Leah did too.