She didn’t cheer much, but she watched until the end.
The next Sunday, she corrected me when I called a linebacker a quarterback.
That was when I knew my little girl was slowly finding her way back.
Saving for the tickets took nearly four months.
Money wasn’t desperate, but life had become tighter with one income, and stadium tickets were the kind of purchase I normally would have talked myself out of.
This time, I wanted her to have the day Gavin had promised her.
The moment
Maisie saw the tickets, she screamed so loudly our neighbor texted to ask whether everything was okay.
Then she hugged me and whispered, “Dad said he’d take me someday.”
“I remember.”
Her face changed for half a second, but then she smiled again.
