SUNDAY

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Alizeh's P.O.V.

Life's funny. You have to find a way to keep going, to keep laughing, even after you realize that none of your dreams might come true. Why is it that we are scared to say our dreams out loud, to stand in our power, and to tell the world that we are worthy of every little bit of it? I always show that I am very jovial and a very happy person but inside I am just heartbroken.

My dream to become a dancer has been shattered by my own parents. My passion, my interest, and through which I get happiness is the very thing I won't be able to do. My dad is the owner of an airline and my mom an entrepreneur. Again, I am thinking about why can't I be a dancer while staring at my bedroom ceiling. One thing I have learnt up till now is that we are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.

"Alizeh! Breakfast is ready, come down." my mom shouted from the kitchen downstairs.

"Coming, mom. Just a sec." I shouted back.

I quickly went to the washroom and did my morning routine. Then I went downstairs to see my mom setting up the table.

"Come on, Alizeh." my mom called while arranging the forks and knives on the table.

After I finished my breakfast, I helped my mom clear the table and wash the dishes. Then I got a call from Kisa.

On Call

"Hello, Kisa." I said while placing the last plate in the cabinet.

"Alizeh hi. So going straight to the point, there is a dance competition that is going to be held on the 3rd of March. I just wanted to let you know as you're such a good dancer."

"Thanks for telling me about it." I replied.

"Ok, then. I will hang up. Bye Alizeh, see you in school."

End of Call

Even if I am that good at it, I can't to do it. I still can't do what I want to.

I took a deep breath and made a decision to ask my dad for permission for this dance competition.

DINNER

"Dad, umm, I want to ask something?" I asked my dad, a bit nervous.

"Sure." my dad said, eating.

"There is a dance competition that will be on the 3rd of March so can I –" my dad interrupted me, right before I could make that request.

"I have told you so many times that I won't ever allow you in those ridiculous dances!" he said, while glaring at me with so much intensity that I felt I would melt any second.

"But dad –" tears started to build up in my eyes.

"No means no!" my dad yelled.

I got up and went running back to my room. Inside, I locked my door, and I just couldn't hold my tears back anymore.

I feel like I am alone because everyone else looks like they have their lives together.

Life is hard.

Life is expensive.

Life is complicated.

Life is unfair and that's all I know.

End of P.O.V.

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Nobody has a perfect life; everyone has their own problems.

Dreams come true if you survive the hard times!

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