Every so often, we’d be at the rink at the same time, but I wasn’t super into watching figure skating then. Now, I wish I had. I wish I’d paid attention to her practicing on the other side of the rink while we were lacing up. I wish I’d gone with Brandon to see her compete. He invited me a few times. It was obvious his parents made him go, and it wasn’t where I wanted to spend my time. Meanwhile Parker was at every one of our games that I can remember, cheering and trash talking and wearing Brandon’s jersey, screaming for us both. I’m filled with a sudden urge to see Parker wearing my jersey.
