When you grow up you tend to forget the kid inside yourself. This coub reminds me that he’s still there. This is how life should feel. The kid inside, dance, girl, dance (or boy)
Form the short film Curfew (2012)
At the lowest point of his life, Richie gets a call from his estranged sister, asking him to look after his nine-year old niece, Sophia, for a few hours.