The park was almost crowded at this hour, Kenneth and his
dad were glad. The sound of happy children playing basketball was noisy.
“Dad, can I be a great basketball
player?” Kenneth asked.
“Why do
you ask?”
“Because
I can’t touch the rim. I’m short,” Kenneth shrugged.
“That’s why I’m here. Look!”
Daddy
holds Kenneth and put his little hero on his shoulder so Kenneth could reach
the hoop.
“BLAMMM!”
Kenneth got easy dunk.
“Did I look like Kobe Bryant, Dad?”
Kenneth laughed and gleamed.
“Sure!
But you’re not the next Kobe Bryant. You’re the next of yourself. You’re great,
and you’ll always be,” He kissed
Kenneth.
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