Tango is more than just a dance
My father is handsome and strong. I look up, and he seems so tall even if I step on his feet with my new brown shoes . My right-hand rests on the top of Dad's heavy palm and my left-hand rests on his right hand. He and my mother are the best Tango dancers. Every time, they bring the first-place award home. My father’s feet make sophisticated moves; he calls it “ kolena ”– creative slow and quick moves that he comes up with while dancing. My father moves forward and makes a sudden elegant shift to the right and, suddenly, putting his weight on the left foot so that I lean toward him. Now, he bends his right knee–this is where the word “kolena” came from–and gently pushes me away, leaning over me that I feel like flying. I do not have to worry–I just stand on my father’s feet. Then my dad dances with my sister. In the end, we all watch our parents' dance. This is a treat. Argentine Tango is our most favorite. Dancing tango was always the best time I ever spent with my