Chapitre 36: Isaac's Pride
Isaac Jones stood behind the counter of his small store in Southampton, a proud yet humble man. The store had been his dream ever since he moved to England years ago. Life hadn't always been kind to him, but he had worked tirelessly to make a life for him his wife and their son, David. Tonight, however, wasn't about the store—it was about his boy.
The Derby County match was on, and Isaac had closed up shop early to catch it. He sat on the couch in their modest living room, a steaming cup of tea on the table beside him. As the game unfolded, Isaac found himself gripping the armrest tightly, his heart swelling with pride every time David touched the ball.
When David danced past defenders with a dazzling turn and earned the penalty, Isaac clapped so hard his hands stung. "That's my boy!" he exclaimed to no one in particular. His pride only grew when Wayne Rooney converted the penalty. But it was David's breathtaking solo goal in the dying minutes that left Isaac in awe. He sprang to his feet, spilling his tea in the process, but he didn't care.
"Unbelievable," he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. "That's my son right there."
As the final whistle blew, Isaac sank back into his seat, a wide grin plastered across his face. He replayed the goal in his mind, marveling at the skill and composure David had shown. After the match, he found a replay of David's post-match press conference on TV. Though he couldn't hear his son's words over the buzz of his thoughts, the sight of David fielding questions with confidence made him beam with pride.
The next morning, Isaac walked to his store with a spring in his step. The crisp Southampton air carried with it a sense of accomplishment he hadn't felt in a long time. After arranging the shelves and tending to a few customers, he overheard a conversation outside.
"Have you seen that Derby County kid?" one man said, his voice brimming with excitement. "That goal last night was something else!"
"Yeah, David Jones, right?" another replied. "How did our youth team let someone like that go?"
Isaac paused, pretending to organize a display near the window so he could hear more.
"Wait," the second man continued, "he was in Southampton's youth team?"
"Yeah," the first man said with a nod. "My nephew plays for them. I saw David a couple of times back then. Always had something special about him."
The second man shook his head in disbelief. "What is this club doing? Letting talents like that slip through their fingers. Ridiculous."
Isaac couldn't help but smile as he listened to them. His chest puffed with pride as they continued to praise David's performance. Once they moved on, Isaac finished his tasks and locked up the store, eager to get home.
Tabitha was working a double shift at the hospital, so Isaac decided to surprise her by cooking dinner. He wasn't a master chef, but he knew his way around the kitchen well enough to make her favorite dish. As he chopped vegetables and stirred pots, he thought about how far he had come. From selling pure water on the streets of Lagos to running his own business in Southampton and now watching their son shine on the football stage.
By the time Tabitha returned home, exhausted and with her hair a little messy from a long day, Isaac had the table set. She walked in, dropping her bag near the door, and stopped when she saw the spread.
"You cooked?" she asked, a tired but appreciative smile gracing her lips.
Isaac shrugged playfully. "Well, you work hard enough for the both of us. Figured it was my turn to spoil you."
They sat down together, eating and sharing stories from their day. Isaac's heart swelled as he looked at Tabitha. Even after all these years, she was as beautiful to him as the day they met. Her laughter lit up the room, and for a moment, the world felt perfect.
"You know," he said, setting his fork down and leaning closer, "we've done all right, haven't we?"
Tabitha gave him a curious look. "What brought this on?"
"Just thinking," he replied, his voice soft. "From where we started to where we are now. A loving wife, a promising son. I couldn't ask for more."
Tabitha blushed slightly, shaking her head. "You're getting sentimental, Isaac."
He grinned, leaning closer to kiss her neck. "Can you blame me? With a wife as beautiful as you?"
She laughed, pushing him away gently. "Isaac, get away! Nothing for you tonight. I'm too tired."
Isaac chuckled, planting one last kiss on her cheek before leaning back in his chair. The sound of her laughter filled the room, and Isaac couldn't help but smile. Life wasn't perfect, but in that moment, it felt pretty close.
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