Ashley got home before I did. She asked where I was. My father didn't answer. He was to busy with work and bills and etc. so she asked Alenka. She said that I was over at a friends house.
When I came home at around 6:15 pm Ashley was irate with me. She saw the gear and yelled at me. I sat there in silence. That's what my dad would do. She saw I was about to cry.
"Baby," She stopped. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't of yelled. It was wrong, please forgive me." instead of saying anything I got up and kissed her. She kissed me back. She then broke the kiss and wiped my tears away. She knew why I was crying.
My mom.

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The deciding shot
Short StoryThis is a story about basketball, romance, tragedy, and hope.