Davis Pictures

I played in a ping pong tournament at the local mosque. 

I came in dead last. 

Elami asked, “Daddy, is that the trophy you got for losing?”

Yes, my child, yes it is.

One picture is the imam giving me my trophy while the winner gives me a conciliatory hug.   The other is Khalid, my friend and training partner.  He didn’t do much better. 

We don’t talk about this painful time in our lives.  (But the trophy sits on my mantle.)