Every week he would practice his basketball skills while his Mum sat watching him as she ate her sandwiches. Each miss, she would encourage him. Each success she would cheer …
Years later, he stood at her grave. He worked at a local deli and she was just as proud before her death as she would have been if he was a basketball star …
The memories they shared were golden.
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