The last dance

I want to tell you my story with dancing.
When I was four years old, I started ballet. At first, my sisters also danced but they left it. My teacher, Jennifer Creighton, was a great teacher for me because she taught me everything which I needed knowing for dance. My mother has explained to me that when I was small, I got angry because I wanted to learn to dance without help of anybody. But I knew Jenny, and then she takes me until where I am now.
One year ago, I had a problem: I injured the right foot. At first, I thought that it was a nonsense and that the foot wouldn't hurt me. But now, due to this, I can't dance like before. I wanted to hold the pain for continuing dancing, but I had to leave the dance because the foot hurt me too much. And now, every Wednesday I think that I could be dancing and I can't, because I didn't have patience and I didn't expect that the foot was well. This photo is of my last dance, I danced "La bohème" of Charles Aznavour. I love it.