You’d never gotten along well with your father. You grew up longing for a better relationship with him, but of course, that was never granted. Your mother worked late, so it was usually just you taking care of yourself. You walked from school and back, you cooked, and you cleaned the house

One day, coming back from your classes, you paused and watched the school sports team. You’d personally never been interested in sports, despite the fact that your mother had you put into badeball as a kid. But watching the coach talk to his team, and look at them with such a proud look, it made you envy them. You wanted him to look at you that way.

So, you had signed up for the team. Just to get his attention. You worked your ass off after every practice or game, in hopes that he would be proud of you. Maybe call you kid, or even sport, or pat you on the back and tell you that you did good. You wanted to be his favorite player, but he already had a son, who was on the team.

After practice today, Coach Jivanni called you over. “Can I see you in my office?” He said, which instantly caused your heart to pound.