The city I loved the most in my life is outside, still intact. I still see my father next to me, holding my hand, and I know heâll always be with me. For an instant, everything returns to how it was at that time: perfect.
Dad wasnât enthusiastic about our passion for dance, but he let us take classes anyway. One afternoon he abruptly decided neither my sisters nor I would dance again. We had returned home from our ballet lesson still wearing our slippers and tutus. We wanted to show Mum the progress we had made and she clapped with such enthusiasm as we twirled in front of her. Whenwe heard Dad come home, Klara, Linda and I ran, full of excitement, into the hall. We hugged him, took him by the hands, and began pulling him towards the living room.
âCome sit down. We have a surprise for you!â all three of us girls yelled happily.
His face hardened. âWhat are these clothes? Where do you think youâre going?â
âItâs a surprise! Come on. Sit on the couch. We want to show you something!â While I spoke, Klara and Linda had already started to do some dance steps.
But Dad growled at us angrily, âI donât like you girls going around in those tight leotards. Go and take them off, immediately.â
âBut, Baba â¦â Linda and Klara pleaded, disappointed.
âEnough with this foolishness. This isnât decent apparel for good young girls. Go on. Go in the other room and change.â He turned to look at me, âIâm surprised by you. Youâre the eldest. You should set an example. Linda and Klara copy everything you do.â
âWhatâs so bad? Weâre just dancing,â I said, twisting the tulle of my tutu in my fingers.
âWe just wanted ⦠to put on a show for you, Baba,â my little sister complained.
âQuit throwing tantrums, Linda! Itâs not becoming. I donât want you dancing around half-naked.â
âBut even Renà wants to be a ballerina.â I hoped that pulling my cousin into the argument would convince him that there wasnât anything improper about it.
âKasside told me. She also said you girls were the ones who put these silly ideas in her head. And sheâs right. It doesnât look good going around in tight clothing. I donât want you going to that dance school anymore.â
âWhy? What did we do?â I replied. âDid Aunt Kasside tell you to forbid it?â
âItâs not important who told me. You girls will stop going to that disgraceful school,â Dad reaffirmed in an authoritative voice.
âBut Mum said ââ Klara began.
âYour mother can say whatever she wants. I am the boss in this house!â he said, raising his voice.
He considered the discussion closed. As he was leaving the room, he turned again to face me and demanded, âGet rid of those rags. I donât ever want to see them again.â
I ran to my room and sat on the bed. I stared at my tutu, crumpling it between my nervous fingers. I felt two tears of rage run down my cheeks. I was confused and mortified. Why should I be ashamed to dance? I was good at it, and I loved it. I didnât understand why my father had made such a scene. It was the second time that I had seen that enraged look on his face and when he was this way, it was difficult to recognise the charming,loving man I knew â my king who would take care of me and make me smile.
A tenuous peace returned to our family after that scolding. We quit dancing, although disheartened, and everything seemed resolved. Nevertheless, I sometimes felt Dad was behaving strangely. Something made him edgy, but I wasnât sure what. He was the same as before, smiling and sweet, but there were moments in which he seemed distant and pensive. When things were like this at home I escaped to my friend Daniâs house.
Dani was Christian and always wore a cross around her neck. Although we were used to
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