El auditorio estaba lleno.
Parents, teachers, students, and grandparents filled nearly every seat.
When our turn finally arrived, I honestly thought Dad might change his mind.
En cambio, me dio un suave apretón en el hombro.
“Ready?”
I nodded.
Together, we stepped onto the stage.
The music began.
It wasn’t graceful.
No era elegante.
It definitely wasn’t professional.
The entire school watched as a massive tattooed biker awkwardly attempted to follow my ballet routine.
Everyone laughed, but not in a cruel way.
Even I couldn’t stop laughing.
El público estalló de alegría.
Dad laughed too.
By the time our performance ended, the room was filled with applause.
Some people had even stood up.
I couldn’t stop smiling.
That night, I went to sleep still thinking about it.
I thought about dancing on that stage with my dad as though nobody else existed.
I thought about my mom watching us the entire time with tears shining in her eyes.
I thought about the thunderous applause that filled the auditorium after our routine was over.
For the first time in a long while, I forgot about hospitals.
Me he olvidado de los tratamientos.
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