The Gloves My Father Wore-prologue
Trinity Balboa punched the pad taped to the wall in the deserted gym.Her uncle Mick had trained her father Rocky here before he had become famous.Her dad had seemed to forget his roots.Trinity wasn't about to let it happen to her.She was 15,a west Philly girl if you ever saw one.This would always be her home,not the mansion where she lived with her stepmother Adrian and her dad.She had no clue who her real mother was,but Adrian was all she knew.
Her wavy black hair was tied into a messy knot at the back of her neck,a few strands dangled beside her ears,which had diamonds on them.Her dark olive skin was beaded with sweat from the excersize.The lazy-looking brown eyes she had gotten from her father concentrated on the target she was punching.Perfectly arched coal eyebrows completed her face.The dust that had accumulated on the punching pad rose with her blows.She was around 5'4,a short person.Everyone knew who she belonged to.You could take one look at her and recognize her heritage.Sometimes,when she walked down the street,people would yell out:
"Hey,it's the Philly filly,"mimicking Rocky's nickname,The Italian Stallion.Panting,she took a swig from her water bottle and heard a door open and close.
