Writing Prompt: Growing up, it was mandatory, according to my mom, to serve in our church. There were many options I could have done so, but my mom thought dancing was for me. There were moments where I did like it, but that didn't feel enough for me. I served in the dance ministry for 9 years of my life. Slowly, throughout those years, I felt so drained and was always questioning my purpose. I never went against my mother because at the moment, she was more strict and very religious. Until one day, I had finally had enough. I told my mother I didn't want to dance anymore. I can see anger in her eyes. I already knew how it was going to go, but I also knew that yelling and causing a scene was not the way to go. She was, of course, yelling and trying to understand (this was at church). I simply said I couldn't do it anymore. I'm supposed to enjoy serving the lord, but how can I do that if I feel empty and remorseful? During that year, I was taking singing classes at scho...
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