She grew up in a small town with a few close friends. Enjoying a life that she didn't know she had. What a crazy optimistic little girl. She danced around in her tutu; begging her parents to let her join ballet only because she twirled around in circles for hours and hours. Convinced she was a ballerina, and always would be.
Pink was her favorite color and her idol was "Beonsay". She was a dreamer in the works. Everyday was a brighter one and she'd smile because she was a ballerina. She was a dreamer.
She went to school and enjoyed it because she was a happy little girl simply thrilled because she was alive.
That is fascinating isn't it? We breathe, and we're alive. That alone can keep a little girl happy. Nothing can tear apart a little girl's happiness. Except for a move.
She left her best friend and she left her big brothers.
This little ballerina, had a problem. Her 3 older brothers planned to change her. She was not a little girl, she was not meant to be one.
They throw footballs at her and push her into the dirt because no teenage boy wants to say "my little sister is a ballerina,".
She moved and it was her lemonade. All she had to do was learn how to make it good.
