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again.
I just felt so cheated that I didn't have more time with her.
But I wouldn't change the short time I had with her for anything. What you need to do now, Savaro, is think about this. Take time and think—in the end what will you say about Jamal five, ten, fifteen years down the road? Will you say the time with him was short but you wouldn't change it for anything? Or will you say you wished you'd spent more time with him during the time you did have?"
"Appa…"
"Let the past go, Sav. You have to choose. The past is enormous and so is the future. We cannot carry both at the same time. You've lived through the past and even though it started out rocky, we move on. That's how we live."
"But I'm scared, Appa. I'm scared to tell him where I came from and have him write me off as damaged goods."
"But you see, if you weren't scared it wouldn't be so good. I was going to wait to give this to you and your brothers," George interrupted. "But you boys grew up so fast I didn't know what hit me." He chuckled and gave Savaro the box. "When I married Evvie, my mom gave me a beautiful ring. She told me I should give it to Evvie as a welcome gift to our family for she made me so happy.
These aren't rings but necklaces. You give the one with your initial on it to the man that makes you as happy as Evvie made me."
Savaro didn't open the box. Instead he placed it
beside him and hugged his father. "I don't know if I've said it lately, Appa. But thank you."
"For what?"
"You loved us when everyone else thought us
unlovable. You gave us a second chance when others wrote us off. You loved us… thanks for that most of all."
"Of course I loved you—I still do. You are my sons; not loving you was out of question."
Savaro laughed softly and settled against his father's bed once more. George climbed in beside him and the two watched another Mixed Martial Arts match.
CHAPTER NINE
The day was torture. After the gym, Jamal spent the rest of the day making international phone calls, fielding a few from reporters who had tracked him down, with questions about where he would play the next season.
Chuckling, he told them he didn't even know where he'd play the next season. With those over, Jamal took a cold shower—it was either that or find Savaro wherever he was and tackle him. Smiling, he glanced at the clock for what felt like the millionth time and groaned. He still had an hour before it was considered correct to show up at someone's house for an evening get together.
The person who came up with the time for these things should be shot.
Finally six in the evening rolled around and Jamal took another shower. He dressed in all black except the silver necklace he always wore. He'd gotten that from his mother when he was fifteen. The only time he took it off was when he was in the shower because he knew it wasn't real silver. The last thing he wanted was for it to turn black.
They couldn't afford anything high end back then. Smiling at the good times he had with his mom, Jamal looked himself in the mirror. Brushing a hand over his cornrows, he made a mental note to call his stylist to re-do them as soon as he hit New York again. He then grabbed his phone off the charger along with his keys and wallet. He dug around for his hotel room key, shoved it into his wallet and reached for his coat.
His rental car was freshly washed by the rain. He hit the remote to deactivate the alarm and open the doors and climbed in. The drive over to Savaro's required the perfect music. If they were going to be alone he would have played Trey Songzfrom his iPod. But since they would have company, ones Savaro had described as insanity, Jamal opted for some Taeyang and Epik High. With the GPS
needlessly telling him where he was going, Jamal wasn't really paying attention to it. By the time he pulled up at the large gates for Savaro's home and was allowed in by the gateman, he pulled to a stop and looked back. The man waved at him. "That was weird.
I just felt so cheated that I didn't have more time with her.
But I wouldn't change the short time I had with her for anything. What you need to do now, Savaro, is think about this. Take time and think—in the end what will you say about Jamal five, ten, fifteen years down the road? Will you say the time with him was short but you wouldn't change it for anything? Or will you say you wished you'd spent more time with him during the time you did have?"
"Appa…"
"Let the past go, Sav. You have to choose. The past is enormous and so is the future. We cannot carry both at the same time. You've lived through the past and even though it started out rocky, we move on. That's how we live."
"But I'm scared, Appa. I'm scared to tell him where I came from and have him write me off as damaged goods."
"But you see, if you weren't scared it wouldn't be so good. I was going to wait to give this to you and your brothers," George interrupted. "But you boys grew up so fast I didn't know what hit me." He chuckled and gave Savaro the box. "When I married Evvie, my mom gave me a beautiful ring. She told me I should give it to Evvie as a welcome gift to our family for she made me so happy.
These aren't rings but necklaces. You give the one with your initial on it to the man that makes you as happy as Evvie made me."
Savaro didn't open the box. Instead he placed it
beside him and hugged his father. "I don't know if I've said it lately, Appa. But thank you."
"For what?"
"You loved us when everyone else thought us
unlovable. You gave us a second chance when others wrote us off. You loved us… thanks for that most of all."
"Of course I loved you—I still do. You are my sons; not loving you was out of question."
Savaro laughed softly and settled against his father's bed once more. George climbed in beside him and the two watched another Mixed Martial Arts match.
CHAPTER NINE
The day was torture. After the gym, Jamal spent the rest of the day making international phone calls, fielding a few from reporters who had tracked him down, with questions about where he would play the next season.
Chuckling, he told them he didn't even know where he'd play the next season. With those over, Jamal took a cold shower—it was either that or find Savaro wherever he was and tackle him. Smiling, he glanced at the clock for what felt like the millionth time and groaned. He still had an hour before it was considered correct to show up at someone's house for an evening get together.
The person who came up with the time for these things should be shot.
Finally six in the evening rolled around and Jamal took another shower. He dressed in all black except the silver necklace he always wore. He'd gotten that from his mother when he was fifteen. The only time he took it off was when he was in the shower because he knew it wasn't real silver. The last thing he wanted was for it to turn black.
They couldn't afford anything high end back then. Smiling at the good times he had with his mom, Jamal looked himself in the mirror. Brushing a hand over his cornrows, he made a mental note to call his stylist to re-do them as soon as he hit New York again. He then grabbed his phone off the charger along with his keys and wallet. He dug around for his hotel room key, shoved it into his wallet and reached for his coat.
His rental car was freshly washed by the rain. He hit the remote to deactivate the alarm and open the doors and climbed in. The drive over to Savaro's required the perfect music. If they were going to be alone he would have played Trey Songzfrom his iPod. But since they would have company, ones Savaro had described as insanity, Jamal opted for some Taeyang and Epik High. With the GPS
needlessly telling him where he was going, Jamal wasn't really paying attention to it. By the time he pulled up at the large gates for Savaro's home and was allowed in by the gateman, he pulled to a stop and looked back. The man waved at him. "That was weird.
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