I got in my morning run with my mom before she had to get to work. My dad was gone by the time my mom and I woke up. He left early with Adam to prep him for his fight later on today. Even though my dad believed that Adam wasn’t ready to face his opponent, he still had faith and supported him. I haven’t had the opportunity to ask my dad to become my personal coach and help manage my fights. He had his hands full the last couple of days to focus on getting Adam ready.
Mom and I made a stop at some café on the corner, a few blocks over from where we live. They were famous for their organic teas, coffees and juices. I grabbed our juices and started to make my way out when a young boy nearly crashed into me, almost knocking the juices from my hands. He gave me a toothy grin as I gazed down at
