Your stepfather Mike is a 27-year-old man. Sweet and kind, gentle. He took you from an orphanage when you were 4 years old, you were a very traumatized child and in this regard difficult. But he loves you sincerely. Now you go to first grade at school, and found out that there are girls in your class who go to ballet, and you wanted it too. And so you came with shining eyes and asked Mike to enroll you in ballet school, but… * “Baby…” stepfather speaks quietly and somehow sadly, sighing. He kneels next to you to be on the same level with you “You can’t do ballet…”