Chapter IV - Demeanor.
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Standing in front of the narrow mirror pinned on the wall just beside the door, she smiled at her reflection. Her first day training with her mother and she couldn’t be way happier.
Glancing at the open door she smiled even brighter spotting her mother.
“Good morning baby girl, ready?” Asked her mother, taking a step forward towards her until she was on her knees — her fingers unbraiding her attempt to braid her strands of hair into a french braid.
“Morning mommy. Ready!”
She excitedly spoke as her mother undid the two braids. Gently slipped her fingers through her daughter’s hair she hummed, her focus on the mirror in front.
That childish huge grin pasted on her small face as her eyes locked with her daughter’s. Just watching her be so happy made her happy — her wrinkly shirt, her size large then hers hanged loosely off her small frame almost hiding the short she wore.
That shirt, that was definitely her shirt — her daughter an oddly need to wear her mother’s clothes, it made her feel close to her — close and she loved the fragrance.
Resting her hands on her small shoulders she smiled squeezing the girl — a tender peck on her cheek she patted her shoulder twice before getting up.
An arm held out to her mini self she placed it over her shoulder, then out the room.
Sticking to her mother’s side through out the whole walk, she hadn’t even allowed it to be an inch apart.
She adored her mother with every bone in her — loved — with her entire heart, her role model.
Feeling the warmth of her mother’s body leave her side she frown staring at the direction she walked to.
Watching her mother look and retrieve things from the cabinet, things she had never seen — her confusion furthered as her mother walked back to her with the gear.
Kneeling to her height she placed a helmet pad on the top of her head strapping it tightly.
“Why are you putting this on me?” she furrowed her eyebrows staring into her mother’s eyes.
“This my love is protective gear just for you.” she mumbled wrapping the hand wraps around her small hands. “It will protect you from feeling pain.” she assured her doing the same to the other hand.
“But you don’t wear it.”
“I am big, I can protect myself.” noticing the frown on her face deepening she placed a kiss on her knuckles. “Better.” she added gaining a sheepish grin from her daughter.
“Will I stop wearing it once I’m grown like you?”
Nodding she smiled, “Yes you will.” securing the boxing gloves on her left hand she said. Doing a last check on her gear the woman smiled satisfied — it was all okay.
Slipping one punching mitt into her left hand she looked back at her daughter. “I want you to hit my palms with everything you’ve got — can you do that for mommy?” she asked her left hand held out.
Sheepishly nodding she stared at her hands covered in the black boxing gloves.
“Words Deni!”
“Yes mommy!” tearing her gaze to her mother she said with a determined tone — just what she wanted.
“You’ve got this!” she reassured her. Slipping her other hand into the punching mitt she stared into her eyes, an encouraging nod followed. “Begin!”
As the words left her mouth she immediately threw her first punch to the right mitt. A weak and slow movement but she kept at it with the next arm — maybe she was anything but a little right year old but her fire burnt brighter — she was determined.
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Her forehead glimmered with the hue of sweat from the long exposure to exercise, drawing her right palm to Deni’s forehead she wiped the sweat away.
“Are you tired?”
Nodding the girl fell back on the mat once the last hand wrap was moved. “Yes!” she breathed out her small chest rising and falling as caught her breath.
“You should shower then rest up, sounds good?” her mother spoke laying right beside her daughter with a proud grin — for a first timer she did good, for a little girl she was phenomenal.
Deni only agreed with a nod as she shut her eyes just enjoying rest.
Resting on her side she cupped her tiny cheek. “You know mommy is proud of you?” she asked. Her tiny eyes flew open a large smile on her face exposing her small chompers.
“Yes mom!” she cheerily said almost jumping up and down.
“Good because I am, very proud of you and you were amazing today.” she praised caressing her cheek. “You’re a fighter, my little champion.”
Throwing herself forward she wrapped her tiny arms around her mother. “I love you mommy.” she mumbled hiding her face in her mother’s neck.
“I love you my little girl.” she spoke wrapping her arms around her back — her little girl — a firecracker.
- Writer
