My father waved her away. “She’s destined,” he said. “It is plain as day. With your grace and my strength, she can be the greatest tennis player the world has ever seen. They will tell stories about her one day.” My mother rolled her eyes at him as she began to put dinner on the table. “I would rather she was kind and happy.” “Alicia,” my father said as he stood behind my mother and wrapped his arms around her. “No one ever tells stories about that.”
