Special Object from My Mother

Special Object

     I received a ballet porcelain doll from my mother as a 7-year-old birthday gift, and it changed my life ever after; it opened me a door to the wonderful dancing world. When I first opened the gift box and took a clear look at it, the doll immediately caught my attention though it was inanimate. However, I could feel the vitality within the doll from its elegant posture and its beautiful smile; I couldn’t take my eyes off it and secretly dreamed of being a dancer afterwards.

     After I received the doll, I put it on my desk and looked at it every day because I was aspired by it and decided to become an elegant and dazzling dancer. Every morning I woke up, I said hi to it and began my day; when I waved at it, I could hear its inspiring words as if it was alive. It not only reminded me of realizing the dream but also gave me the power to greet a whole new day. At that time, I started to take dancing lessons and imagined how wonderful the life would be if I really became a marvelous dancer. Actually, I didn’t walk to school but danced to school every day.

     Since I was interested in every kind of dance, I learned many kinds of dance and also joined the school team when I was in elementary school. I took dancing classes in school and after school to improve my skills and even entered the competition on behalf of my school. It was such a great experience to seize the chance and make my debut. I will never forget that day when I stepped onto the stage, gave my performance and started to shine. To others, it might be a tough time while undertaking a lot of strict trainings; but for me, I enjoyed those moments and I would do everything to fulfill my dancing dream. The doll is still on my desk, and it reminds me of my passion for dancing.            

     However, on the way to achieve my dancing dream, it didn’t go like clockwork; instead the dream was shattered after the doctor diagnosed my serious congenital scoliosis. I could dance no more after the diagnosis because the intense exercises would worsen the situation. My world was overturned when the doctor sentenced my death penalty of dancing. I cried day and night and wished that I could still dance trippingly as usual. Looking at the doll on my desk, I sometimes imagine that I could still be on the stage to dance though it is already a disappointing hope.