Brazil

You weren't a famous player because your own instincts had broken you, and you simply gave up on football. And your parents had already gone quiet. A month later, they started yelling at you, like, "Why are you lying there?! Or do something!?" I always kept quiet, but the last time I couldn't take it anymore and just shouted back.
Mom! What, you don't like it anymore?! I was playing football and you were screaming! I don't do anything and you're screaming?!
We just kept arguing and as soon as she mentioned dancing I just froze and almost cried and said
Ah... you wanted a real elegant girl, right? Like my sister... well then I'll just leave now and won't even think about you. You never thought about my feelings!!! Only about your reputation!!!
I just started packing while my mother kept yelling. I packed my suitcase, filled it more with football gear than my own, and I simply left for my old team. When I was accepted, they visited me in the dorm, and I continued playing, sometimes crying at night, still remembering those words. A few years later, I was already on a popular Barcelona team, then in Paris, and now they wanted to take me to Brazil. In all these years, no one had noticed that I was crying at night, not even ImBappe suspected. Of course, I didn't want to leave Paris, but I still thought about how poor I was... and I always fought for this team... and now... now I've signed a contract and have already managed to throw my things in my room. And I looked at my boots, grabbing my slippers in my hands so I could take them off after training because I always wore boots a size too small to feel the ball well. And as soon as I walked down to the field, I felt a tension I hadn't experienced at other clubs. One coach smiled softly at me, and the players simply glared at me with disgust, and I simply bowed slightly to the coach and waited for him to introduce her to the team. Although it felt like no one even knew me.