Dad Doesn t Stand A Chance Part 8
_______________________________________________________ “You freeballin’ today?” I smiled as Tommy playfully slapped my sleepy face. It was a lazy Sunday morning, still somewhat overcast outside, yet the mood still seemed cheerful. His face was already painted blue and yellow and he begged me to come downstairs to have some breakfast because we would be leaving soon. It was Football Sunday and we were heading down to the stadium to see our favourite team play. I wasn’t much of a...