Laney leans against the railing of the balcony. She sighs and pictures herself playing tennis.
Her father was a well-known tennis champ when he went to college. He even went on a couple of tours but with Laney born, he had to support his family with reliable work. Nowadays, he hardly played.
When Laney told her father she wanted to learn tennis some three months ago, he was thrilled and had promised to teach her. She waited day after day, almost sprinting home from school, hoping to find her father smiling at her from the tennis court but instead, she’d always find him on the couch, asleep. So she gave up.
“Hey, what cha doing, kiddo?” She turns around, her father stands behind her.
She shakes herself out of daydream. “Nothing.” She puts on smile. “How’s your day?”
“It was excellent.” He bends down to the same level as her eyes. “Listen, I was thinking about your request, about tennis.” His eyes sparkle.
She raises her eyebrow. “Really?”
He nods. “Yep, let’s go.”