What Does Lacrosse Means To Him

Certainly! Here's a revised version with a focus on enhancing Hiroki's emotions and providing more descriptive elements:

In the heart of the McKenzie household, a young boy named Hiroki harbored a deep love for sports, despite his struggles to excel in any particular one. His parents, Nathaniel and Rihanna McKenzie, renowned figures in football and netball respectively, painted a vivid picture of athleticism in his life.

The honest truth is, I love sports, even though I'm not good at any. Every time my dad or my mom is playing a match, I would always sit in front of the TV in my room and watch it to the end.

[10 Years Ago]

"[Heading down the field is Nathaniel Mckenzie. It's him and the goalkeeper alone. He shoots, and he scores.]"

"GOOOOOOAL!" Hiroki jumped up, shouting with a radiant smile.

["Nathaniel Mckenzie has done it again. Every time he shows us what a legend he is, every time he shows us why he's a god of football."]

[Now]

Every time my dad or mom scores, their faces light up with a big smile. It's like nothing else matters; it's like the world doesn't exist. "I wish, I wish that I could... " As the morning light began to paint the sky, Hiroki's contemplation was interrupted.

**Knock! Knock!** Raheem rapped on his window. "Hey, come on, you did say that we should start training together, so come on. It's already 5:15 AM."

Hiroki opened the window, climbed out, and closed it behind him. He descended to the ground, ready for the day's regimen.

"Shall we get running?" Raheem suggested.

They embarked on a 10-minute run, arriving at the park just as the sun started to emerge from the horizon. No breaks were taken as they engaged in a series of exercises, including push-ups and sit-ups, under the waking sun.

"Can you teach me the first thing about lacrosse?" Hiroki inquired.

"Sure, why not?" Raheem responded.

Raheem began the lesson on cradling, explaining the intricacies of ball control. As the tutorial unfolded, Hiroki's initial enthusiasm waned.

"Really? That sounds like a hassle, too many rules," Hiroki remarked, turning away. In response, Raheem grabbed his hand, swinging him back.

"What did you say? Say it again," Raheem demanded.

"I said it sounds like a hassle," Hiroki retorted, attempting to pull away.

"Don't worry; I will quit. I'm not good at sports anyway," Hiroki asserted.

"That same old excuse. It's getting old, Hiroki. Just because you tried football, thinking that you can be like your dad and failed, doesn't mean you should look down on other sports," Raheem admonished.

"I'm not like you; I'm not as bright as you. But at the end of the day, I work my ass off to keep up with you in academics; I try, unlike you," Hiroki countered.

"Whatever," Hiroki dismissed.

"It means a lot to me," Raheem replied.

"Huh?"

"I love this sport; I always loved lacrosse and looked up to the players. If you could give it a try, then I know you'd love it too, and then you would try hard," Raheem urged.

"It's getting late; we have school in the next two hours. We should go," Hiroki suggested.

"Right," Raheem agreed. As the sun continued its ascent, Hiroki and Raheem left the park, the echoes of their conversation lingering in the morning air.