From where I stood I could have a full view of the center of the mat where my son was standing fully clad in his Taekwondo uniform.His blue head gear covered his new haircut which brought him tears two days ago.His face is a picture of a terrified yet excited warrior ready to face his opponent.I could smell benign hostility in the air as contenders were getting ready for their fight.Winning a round will allow the athlete another title thus giving them another belt.For my little boy, yellow belt seemed like a thing to be desired yet apprehension made him mum about the whole thing. As the referee raised his right hand ,Jethro's eyes dilated as he prepared himself for an attack.He kept advancing as he tried to land a kick on his opponent's upper torso.I was sweating with excitement as I watched through my camera's lens.
He lost the round but he smiled at me trying to project a brave face. I admire his courage.He truly is my son.
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