One night, Mom and Dad made me sit on a chair in front of them. “Quit dancing.”, they told me.
I cried. Out loud.
"No one could ever make me quit." I told myself.
I can still remember the very first time I went up on stage and did some moves before a sea of people. It was the school’s foundation day, and I was 4. Led my classmates in performing, at the center, on the front line. People said I did well. Mom and Dad said I looked great up there.
From that day on, it never stopped. I chased every chance I could have. I longed for every stage I could dance on. The groove in me never missed on getting me up. I always dance, I found myself happy. I found myself in intense joy whenever I get to dance.
Its because in dancing, i found my worth.