A Draw

  I felt my eyes brimming with unshed tears after seeing James standing in front of me.

  He stood there in front of me with open arms like he always does.

  I ran to him smiling like a little baby. 

  "How are you doing?" He said laughing, I could feel his chest vibrating as he laughed.

  I nodded my head, not knowing for what but I did.

  "I'm doing alright," I said in a low tone.

  "That I have seen, you were great in all of your matches." He said slowly patting my braided hair.

  "I was?" I asked, feeling happy just by his little words of appreciation. 

  He nodded in response. "Of course, my daughter is the best." He said giving me thumbs up. 

  'Daughter,' he had said. He was more than a father to me. My own father had not dared to come and look for me after my mother died. He did not care to ask for me once.