“I have a dream to be a ballerina, mom! I would wear a tutu everyday! I look like a princess!” “You can’t be a ballerina, Naomi. They have a long straight legs. Unfortunately, you have inherited your father’s bowlegged, and you are also pigeon-toed.” This is my first time I felt frustration, and something bad feeling toward to my mom. I was a five years old. “Why she doesn’t encourage me? Why she doesn’t want me to challenge my dream before I start the training?” Actually, I just wanted wear a tutu. My family suffered financially. My friends wore nice cloths, but I always wore the cloths that my mom sawed. I thought my clothes were not cute and too simple. I felt bitter about my dad because he spend lot of money for gamble that push our daily life. My only dream was to wear something feeling preppy, but I end up didn’t have chance to learn ballet.
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I persuaded my parents to go a dance college. I couldn’t give up my old dream. The students should live in a dormitory, and had a strict school regulations. The dance lesson starts from 8 am to 4:30 pm, then we went back to a dormitory, ate dinner, take a bath, and wash cloths by hand within an hour. We went to a high school at night. We were kind of semi-professional dance performers. When some events offered us to perform, we went everywhere. Each time, the coach selected the members. I didn’t pick any of the event at first. I was so struggled why everyone was picked some event, but me. One day, the coach called me and said, “Miki, we know you have a potential and passion. Your dance is not bad, rather better than others, but you don’t look good because of your legs.” At that time, I finally understood what my mom told me the old
I persuaded my parents to go a dance college. I couldn’t give up my old dream. The students should live in a dormitory, and had a strict school regulations. The dance lesson starts from 8 am to 4:30 pm, then we went back to a dormitory, ate dinner, take a bath, and wash cloths by hand within an hour. We went to a high school at night. We were kind of semi-professional dance performers. When some events offered us to perform, we went everywhere. Each time, the coach selected the members. I didn’t pick any of the event at first. I was so struggled why everyone was picked some event, but me. One day, the coach called me and said, “Miki, we know you have a potential and passion. Your dance is not bad, rather better than others, but you don’t look good because of your legs.” At that time, I finally understood what my mom told me the old