//Best Friends// English Version

9

November 30, 2010, 07:37pm

It park in the crowded parking lot of the Scotiabank Arena. I look at him, holding a hysterical laugh.
-How do you have places ?
-Mike Brown is my father.
I’m on the edge of the crisis of fangirling.
Without even realizing it, I jump in his arms thanking him.
-Let’s go, we’ll miss the kick.
I’m scouring through the parking lot.

-Thank you.
He turns to me.
-Why are you thanking me?
-You just realized one of my kid dreams.
-Only one?
I’m laughing at her outraged look.
-Cameron!
We turn around at the same time, and I miss watching Mike Brown.
-Dad. Great game!
-Thank you. Are you introducing me?
-Yeah, sorry. Daddy, this is Brook, and I guess you know who he is.
He laughed in front of my astonishing air.
-Oh. My. God. I am such a fan.
I serve his hand.
-Here.
Cameron hands a marker to his father, and he makes an autograph on my sleeve. I want to be buried with this sweater.