-Oliver-
„Congratulations, guys, you were awesome on the field. The score was phenomenal. Did you have fun?” I asked when all the twelve red-faced kids sat on the grass drinking their juices.
They clapped, threw fists into the air, or hummed in response. They were all exhausted yet satisfied with their short performance. The match was more fun than play, but I was proud we created a little team out of hyperactive children.
But inside, I was torn. The pride swelled in my chest from one side, seeing my children playing, having fun, and scoring goals. And from the other side, the disappointment and devastation after my encounter with Tori ripped my heart.
I have noticed her strange behavior since she came. Something was bothering her, yet it ate me from inside that she didn’t want to shar
