Waylay stood stock-still, staring at the ball in the back of the net as if she couldn’t believe what she’d just done. And then she turned. Her teammates raced to her, shrieking and giggling. But she was looking beyond them. She was looking at me. And then she was running. And so was I. I caught her when she jumped into my arms and swung her around. “You did it!” “Did you see? Did you see what I did, Aunt Naomi?” “I saw, honey. I’m so proud of you!” “Can we get ice cream, and can I swear when I watch football with Knox?” “Yes and I guess so.” She hugged me tight around the neck and whispered,
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