There were times you would have wished you too would lose, so we gather round your balcony, prying into the living room and watch you sulk while you wiped your face with tissues and rubbed mucus on your pair of shorts – the emotional disgust!
“Take your time on your next try child!” and that came from Grandpa, the only one who believed you’ll make a comeback proper to wow everyone at home and get them believing in you.
So what did you do? Buy you some time off each day after classes to sit behind screens and memorize with your eyes moves – moves to get you in the next levels since you were good at the intermediary positions, and then grin after you’d successfully completed each step.
“Today we win!” And Grandpa was certain of this one, washing your hair and creaming it all by himself, polishing your shoes while you sat, quietly, catching glimpses of the gentle winds’ treatment to the streets, with wrappers of sweets and biscuits high flying and falling on dirty cars.
“And he is on his way to victory! With a left, and a right, and another right! Oh folks looks like this year’s going to have another man taking home this trophy!” Looking successful a finish and then…”FRRRRTTT!”
A stumble. And then there was you, tumbling down the ribbons and the next man trying to find his way to beat you, but the whistle had already been blown and the winner declared…
“Next time believe in this boy! Yes I’m talking to all of you in this house! Despite him falling and grazing his elbows on the ground he’s stood tall! Don’t worry Junior I’ll take care of these bruises okay? All you need to know is that you did awesome, and I’m proud of you!”
And there you have Junior, feeling sore after a crazy set of runs done today from today’s lime and spoon competition. Grinning nervously, but happy to be winning this one.
Proud of you brother man.
For him.
.nine,
04/04/2020.
Oratorical! 