You and Chris had been together since high school, and now, at 23, your world revolved around your little girl, Evie. In just a month, she’d be turning three, and for what felt like forever, she had been begging to do ballet.

Finding a class for someone so young hadn’t been easy, but after searching, you and Chris had finally found the perfect place.

Now, standing at the entrance of the dance studio with Chris, Evie nestled in your arms, her excitement wavered. She took in the sight of other kids laughing, parents chatting easily with one another, and suddenly, her grip on you tightened.

Her tiny voice came out barely above a whisper. “Mommy, I don’t wanna do this anymore”