My Dad a Favor

You're right, says Philly on a sad tone. I'm a born loser, I was born a loser.

Yes, you! You feel sorry for your opponent. It does not matter if you're the best or not!

Philly does not bother to go against it. He plays well. He has talent. But he does not strive for perfection and perfection in our house is not a goal, but law. If you are not perfect, you're a loser. A born loser.

My father decided that Philly born a loser when he was about the same age as I was and competed in national championships. Philly not only lost, he did not even try to argue as an opponent cheated, so my father reddened and began to shout curses Iran.

As my mother puts herself there in Philly down, but occasionally explode. The last time this happened was in the kitchen. My father was a tennis racket to racket, my mother was ironing and Philly sat on the couch watching TV. My father was in Philly bars, ruthlessly, on his game during a recent tournament. Suddenly, in a tone that I had never heard him use guild Philly: Do you know why I do not win? Thanks to you. Because you called me a born loser!

Philly started to cry. My mother started to cry.

From this moment, said Philly, I will behave like a robot. How about that, huh? I act like a robot, I feel nothing, get the job and just do whatever you say!

My father stopped stringing of the racket and looked happy. Almost peaceful. Jesus Christ, he said, finally understand you.

Unlike Philly, I always have to argue with my enemies. Sometimes I wish I like Philly all unrighteousness could slip past me. If an opponent like I cheated and Tarango said that my ball just came out, I run red. Often I take revenge to the next point. When my deceitful opponent a ball hits the middle of the road, I call him out and look at him with a look like I say: Now we're even.

I do not care about my dad a favor, but that's what happens. He says: You have a different mentality than Philly. You have all talent, all spirit, and all happiness. You were born with a lucky penny in your pocket.

He says that once a day. Sometimes he says the confident, sometimes admiring, sometimes jealous. I feel uncomfortable when he says that. I'm worried that I'm Philly's lucky that I've taken away from him. That Philly, because I a lucky penny in my pocket was born with a dark cloud over his head was born. When Philly was twelve, he has while riding his wrist broken in three places and that was the beginning of a long series of unpleasant events which seemed to be no end. My father was so angry that he forced him to Philly to play tournaments with his broken wrist, so that wrist was worse and his game was ruined forever. In order to spare his broken wrist.