Before he could do much else, Gwyn said, "Go."

He was sure that Gwyn was Laughing. If she was happy, he was delighted as well. He felt alive.

"Okay, sit tight. Aaand shoot!"

He walked up to the basket. Although Gwyn sat on his shoulders, the basket was still too tall for her.

“Remember what I did, Gwyn? Lift the ball over your head, and throw it at the basket!" he instructed her patiently.

Then, he heard Gwyn make some odd noises He wasn't sure what she was doing, but he could feel her throw the ball, and then, the basketball fell to the ground.

Even so, he praised, ""That's right. Atta girl! Let's go get the ball."

He ran over to get the ball, carrying Gwyn on his shoulders. She held onto his head for support, which ended up with her sometimes covering his eyes. Soon, he heard her Laughing.

The little girl was a little afraid of the height. She wrapped her arms around Sheffield's head tightly, and her little body swayed back and forth with his footsteps.

They finally caught up with the ball. Sheffield put her down and let her pick it up, and then put the Little girl on his shoulders again.

Just like that, they played on the court for half an hour, running after the basketball. Gwyn had a lot of fun, but Sheffield was exhausted.

After they finished playing, Sheffield walked towards the drink stand, one arm holding the basketball and the other holding Gwyn.

“Thirsty?

Let's have a glass of juice and take a breather. We'll play something else afterward."

Gwyn said nothing, but nodded.

They took a ten-minute break at the juice stand. Stroking her hair,

Sheffield asked her opinion.

"There's lots of things we can do later.

We can grab toys at a claw machine, I can read to you in a bookshop, we can go to the aquarium, play in the ocean ball pit, or maybe go to a toddler play class, play with blocks and try the instruments in the music classroom. Pick one, and we'll do it.”

Before Terilynn dropped Gwyn off, Sheffield had considered all the things he could do with the girl. These places he had mentioned were nearby, so it was a small matter to take her there.

However, Gwyn simply pointed at the basketball.

“You want to play more basketball?" Sheffield asked in surprise.

Gwyn Looked at him without saying a word.

He understood her silence meant yes.

But he didn't understand why Gwyn enjoyed basketball so much. Although he carried her around on his shoulders, she couldn't make a basket. She didn't have the satisfaction of being good at the game. Why did she still want to play basketball?