[Football] Thorn Birds

The school was on vacation, and Luca, who didn't want to go out because the weather was too hot, decided to have an adventure in his father's villa.

The younger sister Isabella, who played with him, seemed a little timid. Although her father still loved her very much after her parents divorced, she spent more time with her mother than her mother, and now her father had a new wife. Girlfriend, the little girls who come on vacation are more sensitive after all.

"It's okay, I don't go anywhere else, just play in the collection room."

The clever Luka took his sister by the hand and led her to the collection room.

Looking out of the window, you can see the swimming pool of the villa, where the father, his girlfriend, and some relatives and friends are playing water polo, and the loud laughter can be heard clearly.

The two children stayed in the collection room, flipping through the various things in it.

"what is this?"

Isabella held up a box.

Luca took a look, "It seems to be a music box."

"No sound."

Hearing what her brother said, the little girl opened it, but heard nothing.

"broken."

Luca took it over and looked at it, and determined that the somewhat cracked box was a music box, but it was broken.

"Pity."

The pretty little girl likes this kind of toy very much, but regretfully put it down.

"what about this?"

I took out another box that looked like a toy from under the cabinet, and Isabella asked again.

Luca, who was sitting next to his sister, took it over, "It's building blocks."

This somewhat familiar large box of building block toys was stuffed under the cabinet. Luca opened the box, and there were a surprising number of building blocks neatly placed inside.

Luka, who was thinking about it seriously, let out a low cry, "So it's that one!"

Isabella looked at her brother suspiciously, "What?"

"It's from Uncle Chris."

Luca looked at Jason, who was painted with various patterns in the box, with a smile on his face, "When I was in Madrid, Uncle Chris gave me a toy, but I didn't expect to put it here."

Isabella raised her head, "Who is Uncle Chris?"

"It's Uncle Chris," Luka thought, "don't you remember him?"

The little girl shook her head, "I don't remember."

Luca thought for a while, indeed, when she left Madrid, her sister was still very young, and it was impossible for her to remember the person who used to like to come to the house to eat and play with them.

"When we lived in Madrid, Daddy's teammate, he liked children very much and sent many toys."

Luka said, sighing inexplicably.

"what happened?"

The girl opened her eyes wide, not understanding why her brother sighed.

"Daddy and Uncle Chris used to have a good relationship, but I haven't seen him for several years."

Although Uncle Chris was always seen on the news or on TV, he never visited their house again.

"Oh, what about this one?"

To the little girl, these were just things she didn't know and wasn't interested in, and her attention quickly shifted to the few dolls she found.

That night, Luca, who had been playing with his sister all day, couldn't help but went to find his father.

"how?"

Kaka, who finished the evening practice, took a shower, and saw Luka poking his head at the entrance of his room.

"Daddy!"

Luca, who looked very similar to his father, had a shy smile on his face, "Can we talk?"

"of course."

Kaka walked over and hugged his son's shoulders, but suddenly felt that his son was much taller.

Since the divorce, the father and son who are together almost every day naturally have a deeper relationship, and he can feel that his son seems to have something on his mind.

"Say something?"

The father and son were lying on the bed together.

Kaka's girlfriend lived in another bedroom tonight because her children were all there.

"Daddy, I miss Uncle Chris a little today."

Luca, lying on the bed, looked up at his father.

Kaka was stunned by this topic, "Why did it suddenly..."

"I turned over the building blocks that Uncle Chris gave me before with Isa," Luka stared at his father's face seriously, "Uncle Chris has never been to our house in the past few years."

Kaka was stunned by his son's question. After a pause for a few seconds, Kaka smiled, "Because he is very busy."

"I haven't seen little Chris for a long time, and I don't know if he remembers me."

Luka thought of his former little friend, and said with some complaints.

Kaka was silent.

"...does Uncle Chris not like us?"

Hearing his son's words in his ears, Kaka suddenly felt a sore and painful taste from somewhere in his heart. He held his son's hand, and slowly fell asleep listening to him muttering. Looking at his son's face, he remained silent for a long time.

He still remembered the person who saw him off at the airport when he left that year.

He still remembers the person who texted him happily about his return to the national team.

Also, when he got divorced, the person who comforted him on the phone...

And, he who has won awards in succession in the past few years, he who has infinite glory...

It seemed that he remembered all his appearance.

But also, I found that I can no longer remember clearly when they stood on the highest podium, the young him, and the beautiful self.

Everything has passed.

…………

He made a new girlfriend and had two possible children. He was getting farther and farther away from himself.

If, that year, he hadn't avoided his question because of his self-esteem, would they have a different life now?

Kaka, who was thinking like this, suddenly laughed.

They are all such proud people, how could they be willing to give up their pride for wanton emotions!

Even if they haven't said it, they all know...they can't do it!

Today, his son's problem reminded him of those days again, but he still knew that even if the story happened again, they would still not choose that path.

It's just that, occasionally, I feel that if, if I can...

………………

If possible, I want to hold your hand and walk through the wind and rain together!

If possible, I want to be with you!

However, there has never been an if in this world!

No if!