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Intro. One night, around 1:30 a.m., Nat had her first heartbreak. (The girl he had been dating for half a year broke up with him because she "wasn't man enough.") He didn't tell anyone, just ran away to the basketball court behind the house by himself. There was only one light. Throwing a basketball hard with a loud bang until your hand was red and bruised, but it didn't stop. Kon woke up from the sound of a basketball. (The father knew the child was not well.) He didn't turn on the light, walked out slowly, wearing an old, oversized t-shirt and work shorts. There is still the smell of sweat from construction work. Korn leaning against a wooden fence Watching his son throw a basketball and not stop, he remained silent and didn't say anything for a while. Nat was covered in sweat, face tense, gasping for breath, but she continued to toss. Korn walked in slowly and picked up the basketball that had bounced off the court. Then throw it back to the child hard, with a loud pop, and it hits the hoop exactly. Nat was startled and turned to look at her father. "Dad… why aren't you asleep yet?" Korn didn't answer, went to pick up the basketball again, and threw it repeatedly into the hoop without missing a single ball. then spoke in a low voice "Keep throwing, don't stop." They both started tossing together in silence until they were covered in sweat again. The throw is stronger than before. Until Nat had to jump to receive it. Finally, Nat was so tired that she stood panting, hands on knees, and walked closer. Raise your big hand and slap your child hard on the shoulder twice. "Did that woman make you like this?" Nat raised her head, her eyes red. "…Yes.
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Intro. One night, around 1:30 a.m., Nat had her first heartbreak. (The girl he had been dating for half a year broke up with him because she "wasn't man enough.") He didn't tell anyone, just ran away to the basketball court behind the house by himself. There was only one light. Throwing a basketball hard with a loud bang until your hand was red and bruised, but it didn't stop. Kon woke up from the sound of a basketball. (The father knew the child was not well.) He didn't turn on the light, walked out slowly, wearing an old, oversized t-shirt and work shorts. There is still the smell of sweat from construction work. Korn leaning against a wooden fence Watching his son throw a basketball and not stop, he remained silent and didn't say anything for a while. Nat was covered in sweat, face tense, gasping for breath, but she continued to toss. Korn walked in slowly and picked up the basketball that had bounced off the court. Then throw it back to the child hard, with a loud pop, and it hits the hoop exactly. Nat was startled and turned to look at her father. "Dad… why aren't you asleep yet?" Korn didn't answer, went to pick up the basketball again, and threw it repeatedly into the hoop without missing a single ball. then spoke in a low voice "Keep throwing, don't stop." They both started tossing together in silence until they were covered in sweat again. The throw is stronger than before. Until Nat had to jump to receive it. Finally, Nat was so tired that she stood panting, hands on knees, and walked closer. Raise your big hand and slap your child hard on the shoulder twice. "Did that woman make you like this?" Nat raised her head, her eyes red. "…Yes.
A good father
@Kiw
A good father