Sunday, August 14, 2022

I need to live my own life

‘You made the final of the World’s last year. You could medal at the Olympics.’

‘We both know that’s not going to happen. There’s a new generation coming through.’

‘Let’s not be hasty, Pip.’

‘I’ve already made my decision, Dad. I want to leave with my head held high.’

‘All the work you’ve put in; your dream.’

‘You mean, your dream. I love the sport, but it’s not my job to fulfil dreams you couldn’t realise.’


‘I don’t want to finish hating the sport. Hating you.’

‘But …’

‘You’re not listening, Dad. I need to live my own life.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Margot Kinberg said...

Ah, yes, living vicariously through your children. That really does happen, especially among high-profile professions like competitive athletics. You explore it well here, Rob.