Twenty-five year old Adira Thompson finds herself in a position where she's single and pregnant, with dreams of becoming a plastic surgeon.
She and her family have a love for basketball, particularly their home team in Los Angeles. Her world someho...
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"What up, Jr?" I sat down next to Adiras brother. We were at a gym not too far from where he was staying. It was just the two of us.
I wanted to ask him about Adiras ex. It's been on my mind bad ever since her last appointment. I also wanted to talk to him about his plans, as far as him wanting to quit playing out in Europe.
"Nothing much man." We slapped hands. I picked up a ball and threw it at him. He caught it.
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I figured we'd shoot around while we chatted.
I planned to stop by to see my family later. I especially need to talk to my little sister. I don't want her thinking I abandoned her.
We went over to the middle of the empty court and casually started shooting.
"What's the deal with you and my sister." He held up one of his hands. "Before you answer that, I want you to know I do understand the situation. I just don't want to see her get hurt. I think it's dope she has you in her corner."
I was about to speak, but he continued as he dribbled the ball. "I get how hard it is to be with anyone, especially in this business. The world we live in today will try to tear down anything good in your life. I can only imagine what they would say about my sister being in your life."
