Questa è Enida

I would like to think that Kitreena is actually a long-distance runner like her Mom, not a sprinter that she would like to believe she is. And on Wednesday when she finished last in the sports practice at the stadium, I expected to pick up a sourpuss at school.

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“I finished last for the 1000 meter run, Mom.”
“But you finished. That’s all that matters.”
“Yeah, but I thought I was fast enough to not finish last.”
“Maybe all you need is more practice and a bit of energy booster.”
“My Shamrock teacher didn’t even look at me because I finished last, Mom.”

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There was a smile on her face and a little giggle when I thought she would be in tears. I was amazed at how un-sour her attitude was even though she said she was embarrassed beyond repair.

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“Ah well, I’ll practise more after this. But Mom… I think I need a pair of Nike runners like Edrick’s.”

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Now, that struck so fast from a non-sprinter, I. Did. Not. See. It. Coming.

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