13 August Year 22
Jimin and her stood in the middle of the practice studio. Silence waiting after the starting position began seemed endless. When the music flowed from the speaker, they begun the choreography, I practiced with her not that long ago. I watched them as I sat on the floor.
When I found out that I couldn't dance for a while because of my ankle, it'd been hard and frustrating. It was difficult to simply watch someone dance, and I couldn't. But as time go by, as I taught and helped Jimin improve, I realized that not being able to dance wasn't that big of a deal. I could continue to be happy other ways.
I couldn't even let the smallest of mistakes go overlooked when I helped Jimin. When he made a movement smaller or more subdued, I'd stop him and examine each movement individually. But when I returned to my place on the floor, almost like an audience for Jimin, I realized that Jimin's dancing was bigger than just the step to step movements.
Things that I recognized as mistakes came out differently. The trivial mistakes and imperfections contributed to something greater, something unique. It was different than my own dancing, but Jimin had his own timing and his own expression. His dancing was bright and heartwarming on its own.
When the music ended, Jimin's dance was over. His face gleamed with excitement and happiness. She stood next to him. She'd be going overseas soon.
We locked eyes our together. She didn't look like my mother at all because I couldn't remember my mother's face. So why did I see my mother in her? My heart began to ache, and the pain in my ankle intensified.
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