I felt ashamed to be so excited about my father’s visit. I knew it was wrong to welcome him, to think about him, to love him. As the man of my family, as my mother’s protector, I should have been prepared to demand money from my father the moment he showed his face. But I didn’t want to scare him off. I longed to see him even more than I longed to see my beloved Mets in person for the first time.
