I believed I was giving my all to my daughter. I also sternly warned her that the path of art is full of challenges.
I told her that if she didn't work hard, others would surpass her.
So, when I found a love letter in her school bag, I was furious.
That blonde kid had dropped out of middle school. He was all talk, had a violent streak, and even sent someone to the hospital once.
How could I let my beloved daughter fall into this trap?
I confronted the boy's parents and warned them that if he bothered my daughter again, I'd call the police.
The boy finally stopped pestering her, and my daughter seemed to have refocused.
I was relieved when she started winning more and more awards and got accepted into a prestigious art school.
She even joined the top dance company in the country and became the youngest principal dancer.
When she won that international award and gave her interview, I was so overwhelmed with pride that I cried.
She had finally achieved her dream, and I was so proud of her.
But I never expected her to turn to the microphone and accuse me of controlling her life.
She said that after her dad and I divorced, I became mentally unstable.