Why did my dad walk out? Why is my mom an addict? I guess that's just the way it worked out for me. I try not to think about it, but every time I see a kid playing catch with his dad it hurts. I never met my dad but my mom said he was a good guy. I always wondered if he was such a good guy why didn't he stay? Did he know he had a son? It doesn't matter, I just bury my head in basketball and don't think about it. I don't think anyone knows I hope nobody knows. My mom tried to get job but the addiction keeps her from getting one. I have no parent involvement but plenty of friends. That combination is like a blanket that never fully covers you, you pull it one way it leaves the other side exposed. The last thing I want is to be sent to the
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Apparently I'm that kid. They seem fake already they had a room all ready for the son they were gonna house. I don't dislike I just don't see me ever having a parent to kid relationship with them. They don't know what I've been through. First they went out and bought me new clothes without holes. They made up to more than five outfits. I would look different from week to week. They bought me new tennis shoes and basketball shoes. In addition they bought me a new phone, and there was a TV and computer in my room. All this and the fancy house, makes me think they're trying to buy their way into me liking them. I came home from practice and they were both waiting for me. They sat me down and said they don't want the relationship to be awkward and they understand if I don't want to talk to them at the start. At the start, I probably never will. I went along and played nice. I went to finish studying and then told them I was going to the park to play basketball. They asked what park. “Martin Park”, I said. “That's all the way across town do you want a ride”. I declined and agreed to eat a big dinner when I came back. I played until 10:30 then rode home. They were still up. They tried to mention that I should probably not be out that late on a bike, but that they understood my love of the game. No they don't, you can't say that just because you have a hoop out front. A couple kids mentioned how nice it is that I have …show more content…
It felt fake, like one of those cheesy plays. I had a good day at practice, but I was still furious at my situation. Why am I stuck in some rich snobs house, that just want to make themselves feel good. That night I was out shooting on their hoop in the driveway. Ronda, my foster mom, came outside to play with me. I laughed as I passed her the ball, until she drained a twenty footer. I was surprised and asked if she played. She mentioned she played in high school and in college, as well as Joe (my foster father). She mentioned how they both grew up in Harlem and never had any money. They were in the same kind of situations as me they met in high school and both earned basketball scholarships to UCLA and played there. Neither played professionally, but they used their chance at a free education through their basketball scholarship. She was a doctor and he was an athletic agent. They said they wanted to get a kid like me that had it rough like them, because they knew what it would mean if they could connect with me. After that night my relationship with them grew exponentially. I still contact them to this day. I'm loving my life playing for the Lakers. Sometimes you read people the wrong
Apparently I'm that kid. They seem fake already they had a room all ready for the son they were gonna house. I don't dislike I just don't see me ever having a parent to kid relationship with them. They don't know what I've been through. First they went out and bought me new clothes without holes. They made up to more than five outfits. I would look different from week to week. They bought me new tennis shoes and basketball shoes. In addition they bought me a new phone, and there was a TV and computer in my room. All this and the fancy house, makes me think they're trying to buy their way into me liking them. I came home from practice and they were both waiting for me. They sat me down and said they don't want the relationship to be awkward and they understand if I don't want to talk to them at the start. At the start, I probably never will. I went along and played nice. I went to finish studying and then told them I was going to the park to play basketball. They asked what park. “Martin Park”, I said. “That's all the way across town do you want a ride”. I declined and agreed to eat a big dinner when I came back. I played until 10:30 then rode home. They were still up. They tried to mention that I should probably not be out that late on a bike, but that they understood my love of the game. No they don't, you can't say that just because you have a hoop out front. A couple kids mentioned how nice it is that I have …show more content…
It felt fake, like one of those cheesy plays. I had a good day at practice, but I was still furious at my situation. Why am I stuck in some rich snobs house, that just want to make themselves feel good. That night I was out shooting on their hoop in the driveway. Ronda, my foster mom, came outside to play with me. I laughed as I passed her the ball, until she drained a twenty footer. I was surprised and asked if she played. She mentioned she played in high school and in college, as well as Joe (my foster father). She mentioned how they both grew up in Harlem and never had any money. They were in the same kind of situations as me they met in high school and both earned basketball scholarships to UCLA and played there. Neither played professionally, but they used their chance at a free education through their basketball scholarship. She was a doctor and he was an athletic agent. They said they wanted to get a kid like me that had it rough like them, because they knew what it would mean if they could connect with me. After that night my relationship with them grew exponentially. I still contact them to this day. I'm loving my life playing for the Lakers. Sometimes you read people the wrong