DANCING DAD
Anna had always loved dancing since she was a child. Her father, James, had been her inspiration in dance. He was a famous dancer and had won many competitions. Anna was sure that she would become just as great as her father.

But despite her love for dance, Anna's life was not easy. Her father did not have any financial support, so he had to leave his life as a dancer to work at a factory. Margaret, his wife, had to work as teacher.

One day, after a particularly long and hard day , Anna came home frustrated and disappointed. She had grown up believing in her father's promise to support her in her dream of becoming a dancer, but now that dream seemed impossible.

She had humiliated her father earlier that day, telling him how pointless it was for him to support her when she already had the talent and determination to become a great dancer.

James, who was also a dancer, was heartbroken by his daughter's words. He loved her more than anything in the world, and he knew that she had the passion and dedication to succeed in dance. But he also knew that she had grown up in a world where money was scarce, and success was not guaranteed.

That night, when Anna went to bed, James went where Anna was sleeping. He sat on the edge of her bed, and gently took her hand.

"Anna," he said softly. "I know how frustrating it can be to see your dreams crushed. But please understand, I did everything I could to support you in your dance career, but it's just not possible anymore. You must understand that."

But Anna was not placated by her father's words. She was angry, and hurt, and she did not want to hear any excuses.

"You should have supported me," she said. "You should have been here for me, instead of working at a factory."

James knew that he had made a mistake. He should have stood up for his daughter, instead of caving in to her anger. He should have reminded her that her talent was just as important as her determination.

But he couldn't do it anymore. He had taken his own life.

Anna woke up to the sound of her mom crying. She had never experienced anything like it before. It was as if her heart was breaking in half. She got up and walked out of the room, and took refuge in the balcony.

From there, she saw her father's face, watching her, with a look of sadness in his eyes. She looked down and realized that all the anger she had felt earlier had now turned into tears.

She felt like she had lost everything. Her father, her dreams, her life.

But then something else happened. She began to dance. She felt like she had to. Like it was her only option.

Despite the pain, the tears, and the anger, she danced like it was the most important thing in the world. She danced like she would never stop, like she owed it to her father to keep going.

She kept dancing for days, months, years. She never stopped, even when she was tired, even when she felt like quitting. Even when she was hurt.

And then one day, she saw her father again. He was dancing in front of her, as if to tell her that she was not alone. That he was proud of her.

She felt a sense of joy in her heart. A sense of gratitude.

She had finally found the meaning behind her father's words. She had finally found the power to keep going.

And she knew that, no matter what happened in life, she would always have the strength and love to keep dancing. For her father, and for herself.


                                         A story by kak..
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