𝐙𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫
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𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝
I held Moe against my chest as I watched the teens run up and down the court. It was the beginning of practice so they were warming up getting ready for the frills I was going to give them, as much I needed to put him down so I could do my tasks faster, I didn't want to.
Today was the first time I dealt with a autistic meltdown on my own. It happened this morning while I was getting him ready for school. It saddened me to see him so overwhelmed in his emotions.
The tears, loud cries, watching him throw himself on the floor, hitting himself, it all made me sad. I helped him in the best way I could which helped him calm down in about ten minutes. Afterwards, I decided to not take him to school and allow him to stay with me. Zinnia also agreed that it'd be better for him to stay home.
I kissed his temple a couple times while looking at him. He held a neutral face, his eyes moved with the team letting me know his attention was on them running. "Da loves you okay?" I spoke using the fatherly term he called me by.
Very rarely did Moriah call me 'daddy' or even Zinnia 'mommy', if he did it was most likely him begging or him wanting more attention that was being given.
I felt him nod against my chest "luh' you,"
"You wanna sit down on the bleachers for a second or be held?" He hugged against me tighter silently telling me he did not want to be put down. "Okay."
I walked towards the control panel that was near the exit, opened it and stuck my key in to let down the hoops "Back up!" I yelled before turning the key allowing for them to come down slowly.
After doing so I walked back over to them seeing them all standing spread out. "Ight so first I want to congratulate y'all on the first win of this year, you all worked as a team and won. Two a lot of y'all on this team are about to graduate high school, in this weeks coming up games and a couple more after that there will be colleges attending the games to watch y'all play,"
"What colleges?" Tyrell asked, looking up at me as he tied his shoes.
"Uhh," I dragged, flipping through a couple pages on my clipboard till I found the sticky note I had. "Coppin State, Towson, Bowie State, St.Johns , and a couple more."
"Damn, that's a lot."
"I applied to Towson,"
I looked at Ali and smiled "Thats good man, play hard in the games. But today I want y'all to figure out what you think you need to work on the most, get in groups with people who need to work on the same or something close and work on them together. Give each other tips and tricks to help. I want all of you to impress the coaches."
"What if you're not about to graduate?" A player asked
"Still do it. I want all of you to improve in anyway you can." I looked at him and said.
"But what if you feel like you don't need to work on anything?" DJ asked, making me look at him.
Half the team smacked their lips at the question.
I sighed, tucking the clipboard under my arm "There's always something that can be improved. Even your favorite NBA player has something they could work on, no one is perfect."
"DJ always gotta add an unwanted input on something."
"For real, like nigga you is not LeBron. Like coach said, even they have something they need to work on."
