I scrunch down further in my seat and tug the baseball cap lower until it bumps into my oversized sunglasses as the team takes the field. When they announce Tate’s name and he turns to look at the crowd chanting his name, my heart forgets briefly of the pain he caused me as it swells with how proud I am of him. It was the same last week when I went to Jude’s first game. These careless boys hurt me so badly but I had to come. I knew they wouldn’t have family in the stands to support them on such a momentous moment and even though they will never know I was here, I couldn’t stand the thought of
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