Let's Play

Let's Play

Four Years Old

"Okay sport, what would you like to do? We should start while you're still young. Want to do swimming? How about dancing? What about music? Like piano, violin or guitar?" my father asked enthusiastically. I giggled at his demonstrated.

I didn't say anything, I didn't need to. I gestured to him that I'll be right back.

I dashed upstairs to his office which was 'off limits' and opened his bottom drawer.

I smiled as I hugged the ball.

I found it when I was looking for chocolate. Our maid, Maria hid it from me because I didn't and couldn't have any self-control. I'm quite mature for a four year old but, who can resist chocolate?

I took a look at my mom's picture and smiled.

I ran as fast as I could downstairs, making sure I don't trip on my own feet.

Once I was in front of my dad, he kissed me on the forehead.

"You want to play football?" he asked, I can hear pride in his voice.

I nodded and looked up at him.

I was confused to see tears in his eyes. I motioned for him to crouch down so I can wipe his tears off.

"Don't you want me to play foo-football daddy?" I asked quietly.

He chuckled. "No, I'd love for you to play. It's just that you reminded me of mommy." he said smiling.

"Can you tell me more about mommy?" I asked. I knew I was about to cry. My mom died giving birth to me.

"How about I tell you tonight? But, for now I'm teaching you the basics of football. Imagine this, 'Abigail Wilson scoring the winning touchdown!" I laughed as he put me on his shoulders.

I cheered and sung with him 'We Are The Champions'

"Now, this is how you hold a football..."