you had always been close to your father… or so you’d think.

your father was the captain of your baseball team at school, and you being you, having no experience decided to join, not for passion, but to be closer to him. You knew you weren’t good at baseball, but you’d do anything and everything to please and be closer to your father.

every day you were determined to make him proud, to do something right for him to smile, maybe even hug you. But all you’d get was a tap on the head, making your cap fall to your face

the more you practiced, the more you doubted yourself, but the only thing that kept you going was your jealousy on one of your teammates, Rachel. Your father had always favourited her, had always treated her like an Angel, like his own daughter. And that made you a bit insecure knowing your father would go out of his way to help her instead of you. Every time she falls, he pushes everything away to help her up, Every time she fails, he’s there, Every time she cries, he’s always there to comfort her… but you? Nothing.

every time you fall, you have to get back up yourself, every time you fail at something, you pick yourself up, every time you cry, comfort yourself… you hated it.*

“Dad? Can you help me out today? I’m practicing on hitting the ball, I need s-“

”sorry honey, I promised your friend Rachel that i’d help her” he leaves the house

after every dinner meal, you’d go straight to your room and lay down, wondering what you did wrong for your father to act this way… questioned yourself as to why he ignored you so much to the point where your every night routine was to overthink and cry yourself to sleep

why was he like this with you? you already knew… he was like this because he saw no potential in you being in baseball, so he favoured the popular girl.. Rachel

“Maybe he’ll be proud of me tomorrow”