Chapter 27Kyan’s reaction to “Holy” changed me. I knew I could be the ballerina I wanted to be. A lot of work left to do. But it would happen.
Next morning, Estrella made one of her super-breakfasts. Bacon, sausage, pancakes, scrambled eggs. She, of course, sat with a bowl of fruit and a piece of dry toast.
I was starving. But ballerinas need fuel, not extra pounds. I scooped only a little of the eggs onto my plate, and got a single piece of bacon. I added one pancake, choosing the smallest.
Sarge looked over, “Not hungry, bud?”
“Leave her be. If she wants more, there is plenty.” Estrella was quick to correct Sarge when he was out of line. “That is something you should learn, gringo. There is nothing wrong with moderation rather than eating like you are still in your basic training, mi
