“Ma, can we get a dog?” Asher asks Lisa as they eat their breakfast.
“Eat with your mouth close, dude,” Lisa admonishes, reaching over and gently closing his mouth. “And no.”
Asher looks at his mom, using his big brown eyes to his advantage. It would’ve worked if not for the milk dripping down his chin. “But, mommy, I can take care of him!”
“We’re in the middle of moving to a new house, Ash,” Lisa says. “Ask me again in two weeks.”
“When is that?” Asher asks, trying to calculate in his head, but cannot.
“When you figure it out tell me!” Lisa says as walks to her room. “And go get ready for school, Asher!”
Asher groans and pushes his food away. “Mama, I’m sick!”
“Nice try!” Lisa says from her room of their two-bedroom apartment. It was small, but they’re moving to a new house soon. A pretty four bedroom, two bathroom house in a suburban neighborhood that Lisa swore she will never move to come hell or high water.
That is until 7 years ago when her son Asher was born. Since then she’s been trying to get into a good neighborhood similar to the one she was raised in.
“Asher move your butt!” Lisa yells as she waits by the door. “We want to make a good impression on your teacher!”
“I’m moving! I’m moving!” Asher says as he drags his backpack as slow as he can. He stops in front of his mother and fakes a cough. “Mama, I’m sick.”
Lisa reaches over and ruffles his hair. “Try again in a couple of days, kid.” She swats his butt. “Get your butt in the car.”
Lisa locks the door and got in the car, throwing her orange backpack in the front seat. She adjusts the rearview mirror and watches as Asher buckles his seatbelt. “Seatbelts, buckled?”
“Ready for take off, commander,” Asher says, saluting his mother.
Lisa makes a static noise. “Commencing take-off.”
Asher laughs, making Lisa smile. She pulls out of their parking spot and drives towards Asher’s new school. She parks the car and got out to walk Asher to his classroom even though he insisted he’s not dumb enough to get lost.
“Listen, Asher, you’re a Manoban and it’s nothing against you kid, but our sense of direction is not the best,” Lisa tells him as they walk to his classroom.
Asher grabs his mother’s hand to stop her from entering the classroom. “I’m not going in there.”
Lisa crouches in front of her son. “Listen, I know you’re scared to be starting at a new school, but it’s okay. You’ll make friends.”
Asher raises his chin at his mother. “I’m not scared!”
“Prove it!” Lisa retorts.
“But Ma!”
“No buts!” Lisa says as she drags her kid into the room. They stand at the edge of the classroom and notice kids and parents milling about, apparently having the same thought as Lisa.
A man with brown hair and glasses comes striding towards them with a friendly face. “Hello!”
Lisa looks at him in confusion. “You don’t look like a Mrs. Jeon.”
The man laughs. “That would be on the other side of the building.”
“Oh…” Lisa says as she grabs Asher by the handle of his backpack. “Sorry! Wrong classroom!”
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