Viktor
I have no idea why I fucking said yes. Maybe it was because I badly wanted Milana out of my sight or that what she really said made sense. I should allow my daughter to do what she wants. I don’t have a nice history with ballet and you can say that I hate anything related to ballet.
My late wife was a ballerina and her obsession for it was one of the things that got her killed. If only she listened, maybe she would—I shake my head slowly, taking in a deep breath. It’s probably best that I don’t go there. It’s all in the past now and since Annika is so adamant on doing it, I’ll allow her but I just hope that she makes no mistakes.
“Really papa?” her face lights up and I slowly nod at her. She jumps in excitement and then she runs to hug me. I lift her off the ground and I hug her as well. I love seeing her happy and I would do anything to make my daughter happy.
“You can do what you want, Anushka. But if your feet are hurting too much, you will get some rest and stop dancing
