💗- A memory about a good deed they did
💗- a memory about a good deed they did
her tears dripped down in thin streams, glossing her face and her lips where they settled. she was young, just barely on the cusp of womanhood but pursuing a career with the fierceness of a woman twice her age. kit had affectionately called her seu-a naawy in the lessons he taught, little tiger, and she seemed to glow under that small praise.
but her light had gone out, obscured by clouds that littered tears down her cheeks like raindrops on a windowpane.
“you’re crying,” kit hadn’t meant to interrupt her moment of vulnerability. his surprise was as evident as her’s.
she was already wiping furiously at her face, putting her tiger mask back on in front of one of her coaches. “no i’m not.”
and that’s how he offered his hand, dabbed tears away kindly with a tissue and gave her more to blow her nose with. with just a little bit of coaxing, he had managed to ease a tale of homesickness out of the child. the young man hummed his sympathy, wrapped a kind arm around her shoulders and gave a little squeeze.
the next day he told her to stay a moment after practice. the tupperware container he pressed into her hands with a sign of hush against his lips was filled with a homemade meal. he had been up late preparing the dish, thinking about how what he missed the most from his own home was mom’s cooking. maybe the girl came from another country, another culture, but the sentiment was the same.
her eyes were watery again when she smiled at him in thanks.
( on the day she’ll someday debut, she’ll text kit. she won’t have spoken to him in at least a year, not since he left the company due to his injury. the message will be long, speaking of a little girl who was on the verge of quitting, giving up her dream. she’ll thank the young instructor who had shown her kindness, stepped up and given her all the confidence she needed to keep going a little longer. kit will tear up when he reads the message. )