Story by Geeta
Hey baby I wanna know if you would be my girl.
This is not my favourite song. But it is etched in memory.
Standing in the shadows of the Maribyrnong Primary school hall I tried to focus
on the children in front of me. In the bright flickering disco lights and the
crowds around me it was indeed hard. It was nearing the end of disco night and
I was there to pick up the kids.
Suddenly the music blared, the song was on. For some reason none
of the children hit the dance floor except this young boy. He was in the mood-
swinging, dancing with a lively abandon and moving in sync with the music. He
seemed oblivious to the fact he was alone on the floor, keen on living in the
moment, egged on by the cheering crowds. He danced with gusto and a perfection
that was unbelievable.
The song ended and he received a thundering applause. He knew he
had entertained the crowds he stood in the middle taking it all in waiting for
it to happen all over again.
That night I learnt my son could bring the
house down without saying a single word.
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