I’m a street dancer wearing a costume made of organic cotton, reminiscent of the Louis XIV era, featuring a caftan with gold buttons, a white velvet cape, and a high stand-up collar. My puff pants are adorned with satin ribbons and gold button ruffles. I also wear a frilly tie and a wreath of golden leaves and pearls on my head.
My father is a professional street performer, particularly skilled in dance. Every weekend, he would take me along to watch his performances, sparking my interest in his craft. “I want to be a professional dancer like my father,” I declared. I began to pick up some dance techniques from him, and this job became a vital source of income for us. Read more
One day, during a performance at a carnival, my father collapsed from exhaustion and couldn’t finish his show. Realizing I needed to step in, I quickly stood up and demonstrated my balancing skills impressively. The audience felt surprised at how well I controlled my balance on the ball, especially my father. “Yes, Phillip, it’s time for you to take over, handle the work, and give me a rest,” my father said. Read more
Seven years later, my father became older and sick, and I had to work hard to cover his medical expenses. One day, after finishing my performance, I counted the money I had collected and realized it wasn’t enough to buy his medicines. At that moment, I felt like all the doors had closed in front of me. Suddenly, I saw my friend Lucas approaching.
“Hey, Phillip, what’s wrong?” Lucas asked. “No worries, my friend, I’ll be alright,” I replied. “Is something wrong with your father?” Lucas inquired. Being perceptive, he quickly understood the situation without me having to explain. “Phillip, take all the money in my bag. I was collecting it to buy a gift for my girlfriend’s mother, but your father needs it more. Please take it and help him,” Lucas said. “What a kind heart Lucas has,” I thought to myself. Herein, I realized that friendship isn’t just a word, it’s an attitude.
Want to meet my best friend, Lucas?