My dad gave this basketball ball to me when  I was about to leave my country for loving in U.S. He knows that I like playing because I’m always playing like if I got nothing to do I’m going to the court for sure. Before I leave, 7 months ago, he started playing with me. My father always tried to bring my brothers that I don’t share that kind of time with the. Also my cousins came with my uncles so we always were getting fun and playing basketball until my grandfather’s death. they stop playing and we don’t shared that time anymore. I kept playing with my dad but it wasn’t the same. Now I’m going to United States with my mom. Dad took us to eat before get us to airport. My mom and I get out of the car we were walking and he shouted my name so loud, telling me “come here”. He opens his trunk and told me “this is yours, you know more than that, keep it, and give it to someone special”. Although he is a though guy I know this ball means a lot for him. It is crazy after almost 2 years I still got it and when I miss them or I’m mad, I just going and play with this special basketball ball to get fun and remember that moments. 

– K

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