Just Enough For Her Little Dream: Book Two

Luna

I hang Mr. Jeong up for the fifth time as I get ready for class. This is the same class of children that watched me kick those punks' butts. They all have a new admiration for me as I tell them to get in formation and start their warm-ups.

I ignore the constant stabs my mind does to my heart as it reminds me of the conversation I had with my parents yesterday. I push the tears back as I start showing the kids a new kick. My eyes land on the little girl in class and call her up. As she slowly comes to the middle of the mat, I immediately notice a look I've seen on myself whenever I have side pains. She has her hand on her stomach and my heart remembers how to soften.

"Are you okay?" I ask her. She only gives me a nod and the same determination she last gave me sets on her as she gets in position.

But before I can start the demonstration, she throws up and everyone begins to back off in disgust. Some of the boys yell with surprise and the youngest boy begins to cry.

"Damn it." I quickly hold her hair back as she continues to throw up. I look around for help, but I see that none of the boys will be willing to help since they're all fearfully stepping back.

The little girl begins to groan with tears streaming down her cheeks and I gently say, "It's okay. It's okay. Do you still need to take out more?"

She continues to cry and I get on my knees to hold her close to my chest. I look at the boys standing by the exit and say to them, "All of you. Get out. Go home. Class is over."

They all hesitate before walking over to the cubbies to get their things. Some of them do a disgusted look before leaving while others leave with a sad look. The youngest boy stops by the door with still tears in his eyes as he says, "Will she be okay?"

I give the boy a sweet blink and nod. "She'll be fine. Don't worry. Go straight home, you hear?" The boy sadly nods and starts out the door.

The girl has calmed down now and I am able to sit her on one of the spare chairs I have in this area. She sniffles quietly as she looks at the throw up she's left on the mat. I quickly get her a cup of water and help her drink.

"Unnie. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I say. "I'll call your mom so she can pick you up right now." She does a small nod and I start to clean up the mat as I call her mother. She doesn't pick up the first time but the second time, she tiredly answers.

"Yes?"

"Hi. This is Luna from the taekwondo center. Your daughter just threw up and she seems pretty bad still."

"Oh...I see...Is she crying?"

I look at the little girl and she sadly rubs her eyes. "A little. She mostly seems shocked by what happened."

"Look. Can you keep her there for a few hours? The nanny had somewhere to go and I can't leave work right now."

I stand with furrowed brows. "You just want me to take care of your daughter?"

"Just keep her there. I will be out in a few hours and pick her up. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I really can't leave the office right now."

She sounds genuine. My heart falls at the sight of the little girl and the sound of her desperate mother. I wonder if this is how my mother sounded like when she went to drop me off at the orphanage...

"Sure," I gently say. "Don't worry about her. Just...try to come quickly."

"I will try my very best. Thank you so much. I'll pay you extra for today. I promise."

"Don't worry about it."

I hang up and throw away the last of the dirty towels before crouching in front of the little girl. Her teary eyes look tired now as she says, "Will my mommy come?"