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Friday, January 30, 2009

Put On The Dancing Shoes

My cousin sister, like all filial children, returned to her hometown to celebrate the Lunar New Year with her family. I had the occasion to catch up with her over reunion dinner and one funny thing struck me.

You see, Jasmine studied ballet when she was a child but she felt that she did not have the flair for it and gave her parents a hard time back then, even though they told her to just go and enjoy herself during dance classes; it was not as if they expected her to be a ballerina or something. As long as she continued with her dance lessons and passed her dance exams, they were happy for her already.

Now that Jasmine is an adult, she told me that she would like to send her daughters to ballet school because she misses ballet! After all these years, Jasmine no longer knows the moves and have nothing left of those days except a pair of soft ballet shoes and of course, the memories.

Although Jasmine does not have children yet, she thought about this whilst accompanying a friend who went looking for the perfect dance shoes and tutus for her young daughter who will be starting dance classes after the holidays.

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