Simple Request

It was a simple request.

“Isaiah, will you teach me to play basketball?”

She had been watching her brothers, cousin, uncle, dad, and friends battle it out on the court.

Dodgeball and basketball.

She wanted to play, too.

So, she asked.

Without hesitation, he said, “Yes.”

He left the game. He took her to another hoop.

And, he taught her to play.

As best he knew how.

Sometimes, it is in the tiny request.
Or the simple answer.
Or the unabashed smiles.
And the loud giggles.
That I see the brightest glimpse of attachment.
I see that no matter what happens…
They will always take care of each other.
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