Take Me With You
South Africa did not suit Ming Ming: hating sweat, the way her ruffled clothing wilted in the humidity, her hair bleaching in the sunlight to a sickening sea foam while her carefully regulated tan deepened into a native-caliber chestnut – height and the language barrier were disconcerting; she'd probably have been lonely, lacking all the fanfare, if not for a suddenly extensive family. Her family… They weren't really her's, but they'd readily taken the blader as she'd appeared, all inexperience and forced smiles. Ming Ming never had family, and now she had a community of cousins, siblings, aunts, uncles – she had grandparents, – sometimes it was overwhelming. But her brother – her dear, kind protector, made everything okay. She'd have been lost without Moses, owing him her life, her morality... her home. Going back, taking his little sister to the place she knew where she could properly recover, he'd not needed to smile at the little pop star or swing her up onto his broad shoulders or introduce her to his parents with "I brought home another of your daughters," but he had, and the trio had left that Japanese hospital kin. South Africa didn't suit the princess – but having a family did.