Amara
On the east side of Fairbanks, Alaska…
On the phone call, “I’m sorry, sweetie. I can’t go there today. Daddy has got to finish a job emergency. Your uncle Eddie will be here soon.”
“It’s okay, dad. I understand.”
“Love you, sweetie.”
“Love you too.”
Beeped—the call ended.
I found myself sitting on the bench near the school gate watching my fellow students do their thing. Friends were hanging out telling each other stories about how their day went, and others were playing sports.
Then, something flew over my head. It was a ball.
Girls from my batch were playing volleyball. I wanted to have friends but always failed to do so—I knew picking up the ball was my chance. It rolled outside the gate. I quickly rushed to reach it. I was so focused that I failed to understand the muffl
