Watching him play tennis fills you with an indescribable sense of pride and 感动.

It's silly and ridiculous; how standing there watching from the sideline, your whole vision contains him and nothing else, how everything else fades into the background as you watch him return the balls with precision and effortlessness.

It's the first time that you've watched him play the game that he's played since age seven.

And you know this is it, when you are merely contented with standing there watching him play, even if it's for the entire time in the mildly drizzling day, at a game that you're not crazy about.

That, and chicken soup with ginseng cooked by the tender hands of your best friend's mum; those two things go down in your list of "感动"s for the day.