34. Beloved Child
Kang Mia
The unfortunate walk-in made the dinner weird at first. The whole situation was the conclusion of a series of bad decisions they'd made in the spur of the moment. It started naturally and it so happened that they'd stayed in the flat's open spaces.
I have to think about it in advance.
Feeling the sweet kisses on her lips.
The gorgeous dancer lay in her bed in excitement about the upcoming day.
Tomorrow will be my first teaching class.
I'm finally here. She thought.
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Mia's family was well-off, so she spent her youth doing what she liked. Her ambitious parents didn't have much time to offer even though they loved her dearly. As a hyperactive only child, they signed her up to many different courses from a very young age, hoping to help the overly active girl find a fitting hobby.
Gymnastics was an unexpected failure. Running, not a chance. Swimming squad, volleyball... all not sufficient. Always lasting a month or so, to be canceled with a scream.
"Mum, I'm bored. Please play with me!"
Her desperate mother prayed they would find the right thing which could fulfill her beloved child's needs.
Horse riding was expected to be a success, or at least her parents prayed it would be. All young girls love horses, right? Mia was no exception, collecting the golden framed cards was a sign, she could love the actual activity where real-life horses were involved.
They bought her the most beautiful gray, which she named Dust. The young girl fell in love with his character, but not riding itself. The loneliness of the discipline was too much for her as she was often already alone at home, roaming its corridors waiting for her parents to shower her with the love she'd always craved. When times were hard and she felt sad, Mia always came back to him for a ride. Despite that, the young girl needed something more socially enriching.
At last, her parents signed her up for dancing class and Mia fell in love instantly. Small eight-year-old Mia with her two pigtails was standing on her tiptoes looking through the glass window into the room. She had changed already despite the fact it was still fifteen minutes until her class would start. Her mother was restless beside her.
What will she do? She hates waiting.
But tiny Mia had her eyes fixed on the people inside, mesmerized by the body movement, by the loud music. She could feel the song through the dancer's moves.
I have to know how to do that.
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