Lil Asian Chinese Menu Delivery Girl

The little Asian Girl heard the bell ring.
The school day was over.
She walked out of the classroom into the hallway.
She wobbled through to the main entrance,
as she had not let grown into her weight.
Upon her exit, a horn honked at her: her ride.
She hopped into the passenger's seat.

As the car pulled off,
the day's stack of menus dropped in her lap.
She looked up at the driver,
her eyes showing want for ice cream or whatever it is that children wish for nowadays.
Without looking at her the driver said,
"If you want somethng, you'll have to wait til after you do your homework. And you can only do your homework once you finish your job, which will help you buy whatever you want yourself."
The girl had spited her father for some time now,
but never spoke on it,
out of respect for the man.

They arrived at a college campus.
"I'll be back for you in half an hour."
The girl got out of the car and began to walk away.
"And make sure you take out any other Chinese menus you see."
As she walked around the campus,
she could feel the stares of the students.
She always felt out of place,
especially at this campus,
with its many white suburban kids.
She kept in mind that she would avoid applying to this school when the time came.

She knocked on front door after front door,
let in by whatever student happened to be working the desk in front.
They watched her with curiosity as he hobbled to the desk and stood on tippy-toes to place the menus down.
She could hardly tell if any other menus resided up there.

When she no longer had any menus in hand,
she stood on the corner that she had been instructed to wait.
Many older gentlemen gave her a long lookover.
She was often grateful she lived in America.

Her father showed up,
thirty minutes exactly after he dropped her off.
She started to climb into the car when he stopped her.
"Your hands are empty."
She found nothing wrong with this.
"I told you to grab the other menus too.
You ingrate of a child!
You know the punishment for not doing as I say."
He pushed his daughter out and locked the door.
Looking forward, he commanded,
"Walk home safely, and don't be late for dinner."
And he drove off.

The girl slumped down.
She was not surprised by her father's actions.
As she remained there on the corner,
she posed a question to herself:
Do I really want to go home?