On my way out, I thought of what had happened earlier. Why my mother seemed to care, it was understandable. Ever since my dad passed away, besides school, I've got nowhere to go, not like I had any friends to hang out with.
My dad was my best friend. He taught me how to ride the bike, and that's how I got one for myself. Those moments were memorable—we trained, sparred and ran on tracks together.
Now out of the door, I went to where my bicycle is parked and dragged it out. Since it was not in good condition, I had to drag it on a ten minutes walk to the repair shop.
"Hello," I greeted the man at the repair shop on getting there.
"Oh... Tony. How are you?" Mr. Benjamin said.
"I'm fine," I responded, and getting not enough time, I stated the reason for my presence. "I need to repair this."
He took the bike from my hand, and after examining it asked, "Ok, when will you need it?"
