Chapter 6

I Hope You Dance

  
After Fei helped Chin Chin alight from the SUV, he was about to lead her to the side where there was an empty bench by the entrance of the hospital.  But before he could do that, she pushed him back towards his idling car and told him to get a move on before the police handed him a parking ticket. 

“But I’m the police!”  He said in hope she would change her mind and let him accompany her.  He had nagged her all morning about taking her to her medical appointment, but she refused to give in.  She told him she wanted to venture out on her own, and wanted to regain her independence again. 

“Yes! And you of all people need to set a good example!”  She rebutted and pushed him again.  He finally relented and headed to his car. 
  
  
After he settled back into his driver’s seat, he looked through the passenger side window and urged one last time.  “Remember to call me if your leg get tired out.  I will come pick you up.” 
           
“I don’t need you to come.  You need to concentrate on your work!”   Chin Chin staved him off.  “What if you are in the middle of chasing a thief?”
“But the doctor said you can’t …” Fei opened his mouth to argue but was cut off.

“If I get tired, I’ll take a taxi home.  Now go to work and stop nagging me.”  Chin Chin interjected.
           
“Just be careful,” Fei gave his last word and drove off.
  
As Chin Chin was slowly walking down the corridor, she was captivated by a little girl coming from the opposite direction.  It appeared as if the little girl was dancing with one leg while husing a pair of crutches.  For a moment, Chin Chin thought she was imagining the entire visage, but moments later, a voice brought her back to reality.
  
“Annabelle, wait for Grandma!”

Chin Chin watched as an elderly woman came around the corner, trying her best to chase the little girl.  Then the little ballerina stopped and turned around to face her grandma.
           
“Hurry Grandma!  Mr. Ho said I cannot be late for the fitting or the doctor won’t wait!”  The little girl turned around and continued to dance down the corridor again.
           
Chin Chin turned her attention to the door on her right and realized it was the office she was looking for.  Just as she was reaching for the doorknob, the door swung open and a man stepped out and collided with her.  If the man hadn’t immediately reached out to grab her, she would have tumbled over.

“Sorry.”  The man apologized for the close physical contact and quickly withdrew his arms after steadying her to stand on her own two feet.

           
“Thanks!” Chin Chin tried not to look at him because she was so embarrassed.  She could feel the heat rising from her stomach to her cheeks.  
           
 “Leung Chin Chin?”








           
She recognized his voice and when she looked up, she recognized his face.  “Nathaniel Ho?!” 

Shock mixed with something else stirred in the air as they stared into each other’s eyes.  Somewhere perhaps lightning had struck and they were both taken out to space for an infinite moment.  But they were brought back to reality by a familiar voice.
  
“Mr. Ho! I am here for my leg now!” The little pink princess tugged on the man’s shirt with eagerness.
           
Mr. Ho checked his watch and looked confused. “Annabelle, your appointment is not for another hour.” 
           
At that exact moment, her grandma appeared by the door.  “Oh Annabelle, you kept telling me your appointment was at nine.”
           
“I wanted to make sure we are not late.”  Annabelle took her grandmother’s hand and led her into the waiting area to sit down.
           
Chin Chin smiled at Annabelle’s enthusiasm.  She was very touched by the girl’s love for dancing, especially in such a physically challenged condition.  She looked at Nathaniel. “Are you her ballet teacher?”
           
“Yes, and her therapist as well,” Mr. Ho acknowledged.  He noticed the prosthetic appliance on Chin Chin.  “I saw your name but didn’t think it was you.  I thought you went abroad to dance again.”
           
Chin Chin decided to avoid the topic of her dancing.  “So you are also my therapist too?” 
           
“That’s only if you are willing to hire me.” Nathaniel responded jovially.  “I work with Dr. Chan’s patients for casting and fittings of prostheses.”
           
Chin Chin looked at Annabelle who had put aside her crutches and was dancing about in the waiting area.  “You also teach them to dance with the prosthetic leg?”
           
Nathaniel laughed out loud and turned to look at Annabelle.  “You mean her? She doesn’t need to be taught.  She is a natural, just like you!”
After her medical appointment, Chin Chin decided to go to Kwan’s office in hope of inviting her out for lunch.  When she arrived, she was surprised to learn Kwan had no patients waiting and was able to see her right away. 
           
“Thanks for seeing me so last minute.” Chin Chin said as she closed the door to Kwan’s private office.
           
“Have a seat,” Kwan pointed to the chaise lounge and then closed her filing cabinet.    
           
“Do you have time to go for lunch?  Or do you have patients coming to see you later?”  Chin Chin asked as she sat down.
Kwan came over and sat down in the arm chair next to her.  “Well, I have stopped taking appointments since last week.”
           
Chin Chin looked around the office and noticed the empty shelves and the few boxes near the corner.  “Doing your year-end clean up, are you?”
           
Kwan chuckled lightly.  “I guess you can call it that too.  I am resigning from my position here.”
           
Chin Chin was shocked. “You’ve resigned?!  Why?! Does Fei know?”
           
Kwan hid the answer with her smile.  “Why don’t we go for lunch?  Let me treat!”

45 minutes later, they were seated in a quiet western restaurant overlooking the harbor.  Chin Chin told Kwan about her morning appointment, about how Annabelle danced around the office with one leg, and about her surprise to learn that her friend, Nathaniel, had worn a prosthetic leg since he was twelve.  As Kwan sat listening to Chin Chin, she could see from her face how much she loved to dance.  She finally understood why Fei would often search for her whenever ballet dancers came to town.  In the past, Kwan knew he would often search for new dance productions on the internet, hoping to see her in a picture among the dancers.  This was also Chin Chin’s dream as well, to be able to dance with the tours.
           
“So when will you be checking out Nathaniel’s dance studio?”  Kwan asked at the end of her retrospect.
           
“He asked me to come by on Thursday.  He has a class to teach in the afternoon,” hesitance was written across her face.
           
“Do I sense a bit of reluctance?” Kwan asked directly.
           
Chin Chin let out a deep sigh.  “I might fall into resentment again.  I have put dancing out of my mind since the accident.  It was such a coincidence that I saw Annabelle today.”
           
“I truly believe passion will overcome all obstacles,” Kwan stated.  Then she reached into her purse and took out a music CD and handed it to Chin Chin.  “A music producer friend of mine sent me a song he was working on.  It hasn’t been released yet, but I will share it with you.  I found the lyrics very inspiring.”
           
Chin Chin took the CD and smiled, “Thanks.”
           
“I really hope you will dance again!”  Kwan smiled back.​​

I Hope You Dance

By Lee Ann Womack

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small

when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance


I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin' might mean takin' chances,

but they're worth takin'
Lovin' might be a mistake, but it's worth makin'
Don't let some Hellbent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to sellin' out, reconsider
Give the heavens above

more than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance (Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along)


I hope you dance
I hope you dance (Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder)
I hope you dance (Where those years have gone?)

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