Dear Clarity,
My father tried to get me out of my room by asking if I wanted to play football. For the first time, I rejected his offer. You know me, I never reject football.
I remember the day you tried playing with my family. Every time my father catches the ball when you tried to kick it into the net, you'd get upset and blame me. My mother and brothers would laugh at you as you start arguing with my dad about how you should have gotten that goal. You were really close to my family and football was defiantly not your sport to play.
Love,
Brooklyn
