Early this morning I was awakened by the sound of Ambrose’s voice and a gentle shaking of my shoulder.
“Mama! Mama! I’m ready!”
I opened one eye and looked at him standing by my bed in the still-dark bedroom. He was wearing his green basketball team shirt, athletic pants, and sneakers. He grinned at me.
“It’s a little early. Your game isn’t until 9:00,” I told him.
“Yup,” he answered
