ACIR HILLS
I’ve never wished for a day to end as quickly as possible.
The car rumbled along the city streets, Wesley’s animated voice filling the space as he shared the events of how his basketball practice went. Ever since we left the vicinity, he had enthusiastically recounted how great and tiring his day went. I stayed silent in the passenger seat, not really in the mood to talk. Knowing Wesley, he really love being the center of attraction so he talked about himself nonstop.
“We played against each other, and it got really competitive,” Wesley shared, reliving the moments. “Rave got worked up when he got a foul while I had the ball. You could’ve seen the look on his face; it was really funny. After that we did a lot of routine reps.”
“Yeah? Sounds really fun,” I responded, my tone
