The train began to move. Sasha, as always, was excited to take the short journey to her school with her father. Her father’s office was in the same district as Sasha’s school. So, taking the local train to work in the morning and returning home on the same train in the evening was their routine. …
Sasha was sitting underneath the basket on the court next to her home. She had not been able to make a basket the whole evening. She was sad and disappointed. “Why can I not do it? Not even once? How can everyone else do it?” she kept beating herself up, although it was the first…
