Chapter 43
I stood on the balcony of the hotel I was staying at.
Another month another match. I was not as famous as Jamal was, but I was getting there slowly.
I also questioned how life works...I couldn't understand why my sister was instantly welcomed during her arrival, but I heard she's had her fair share of regrets which in my opinion is still no excuse.
"Are you sure you are going to compete?" Omar asked, walking towards me
"I'm down…" I replied, taking out the equipment
"Your mind is elsewhere you might get hurt."
"No, it's when my mind is elsewhere that I do my best…" I said walking into his arms, "Just give me hugs and I`ll never let you down."
"I have more than enough of those," he said squeezing me.
And I did it, I proved him wrong. During my fight regardless of how many times I almost blacked out, I won.
"Yes!" I yelled, jumping for my picture
"She ripped your head open," Jamal said
"Yes, I still won."
"Well done," Omar said, walking in.
