As players ran past, Maisie screamed until her voice cracked.
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For those few minutes, her tears had nothing to do with the accident, the empty chair at home, or all the Sundays she would never have with her dad again.
She was simply eight years old and ridiculously happy.
After the game, we saw Parker near the concourse.
Denise was standing several feet away on her phone.
Parker approached us by himself.
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“I’m sorry again,” he said.
Maisie held the football close.
“It’s okay.”
He shook his head.
“My mom shouldn’t have done that.”
Maisie thought for a moment.
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“My dad used to say doing something bad doesn’t mean you have to keep doing it.”
I looked at her.
Gavin had said that about a completely different situation involving a
broken kitchen lamp, but I decided not to ruin the moment.
Parker smiled.
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“Your dad sounds pretty cool.”
