![]() ![]() ![]() Maybe today he would be nice, and we could get a hoop so he could show me how to play. Sometimes, I would bounce it anyway just so they would talk to me even if it were to scold. I could only bounce or kick the ball around, but even that small fortune wasn’t allowed. In the end, it was all spoiled by the revelation that he forgot to get a hoop. I couldn’t tell him my deepest wish without being locked away, so I requested a basketball. My father had asked what I wished to have for my birthday. I KICKED THE basketball ball around the grass like I’d seen on TV. Though we didn’t like your cheating and lack of respect for women, we still loved you. The one who would do anything for his friends and wore his heart on his sleeve. I hope by the end of this book you come back to us. Any resemblances to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, are coincidental. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. If you would like to use the material from the book (other than for review purposes), prior written permission must be obtained from the author. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the author or publisher constitutes unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. Cover Design by Amanda Simpson of Pixel Mischief Design.Ĭover Photo by Paul Marinis and Jacob Lund from ShutterstockĪll rights reserved. ![]()
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