Until one day,“Mama, I learned a new dance at school. It was so fun!”“Oh, really, dear? What kind of dance?”“Street dancing, mama.”“My dear Xin, I hope that you always flourish in any choice of your life,”
said Mrs. Liu as she caressed Xin’s hair.
Day after day, Mrs. Liu realised how passionate Xin was in dancing. She is
the best version of herself when she does what she likes.
“Mama, I want to cut my hair. My long hair always covers my face when I
am dancing. It is so annoying.”