The ballroom was built for spectacle. “Let me dance with her.” The magnificent ballroom fell silent. The wealthy father immediately stepped in front of his daughter’s wheelchair. He looked the barefoot boy up and down. Torn clothes. Dust-covered feet. Completely out of place among the luxury gowns and tailored suits. “Do you even know who she is?” The boy didn’t answer. Didn’t look at him. Only at the girl in the sparkling blue dress. “I know she wants to dance.” The girl took a small breath. Barely noticeable. But her father saw it. The crowd saw it too. Because for the first time all evening, something lit up in her eyes. “Why should I let you near her?” The father’s voice dropped lower. The boy slowly extended his hand. Calmly. Almost impossibly calm. “Because I can help her stand.” A gasp swept through the crowd. The father froze. The girl tightened her grip on the wheelchair. Hope appeared in her eyes so suddenly it was almost frightening. “What did you just say?” the father whispered. As if he couldn’t believe what he had heard. The boy took another step forward. “Dance with me.” Then he looked directly at the girl. “Stand up.” Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The girl slowly leaned forward. Her trembling hand reached for his. As Facebook doesn't allow us to write more, you can read more under the comment section. If you don't see the story, you can adjust the "All Comment" - @zainab_khan275