What's the point of waking up? What's the point of getting ready to face another day if it's just going to be like the previous day? Why do we exist if it's just to satisfy other people? Why do I have to go through suffering because of what he wants.
Dad picked me up early from school that entire week. Most kids thought I was lucky. But they didn't know why he had done that.
It was for practice.
For boxing.
Since it was Friday, I thought I'd maybe get the day off. But an off day for me was about as far away from reality as plants growing on Mars.
That Friday afternoon Dad pushed my harder than the entire past three months. We were busy until 7 o'clock. I remember my body being drowned in weakness. I felt so breakable that the thought of a gentle hand on my shoulder could crush me.
"Get up, you lazy boy!"
"Ah... I..." I stumbled over my own tongue.
"Excuse me?! Did I ask for your opinion?!" Dad's face got redder by the minute.
"No coach. Sorry coach."
"I said get up!! "
This happened two hours and 45 minutes into training. Little did I know there was a lot more waiting for me.
***
"Pack up your things. We're going home."
Those words felt like a drop of heaven to me.
"You have to get rest. You have your first match tomorrow. "
Aaaaannnnd there it was. Back to the sweet torture of my little reality.
"Not that you're even close to ready, you lazy boy"
Great. He just had to add that, didn't he?
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Cerita PendekJohnathan Clark is a little boy who's dreams got taken away by his father's passion. But did he let that stop him? Did he continue to follow his own dreams after patching up the wounds that were placed by the person who's supposed to protect him? Wh...
