Mike stood at the end of the hallway. He had been here many times before. Whenever he stood there, he always felt a sense of dread. He remembered the yelling. The voices still clung to the wall as though they could speak about the past.
“You aren’t a winner are you? So you think you’re a good sport?” He heard his mother call after him. “Try doing something worthwhile with your time.”
She never understood his love for sports. His love for soccer.
On the field, Mike felt needed, wanted. He felt important. It was there he saved the day. Everytime he stretched out and caught a shot before it became a goal. His team called him “Keeps” for short. He loved being part of a team. Something more than a boy standing at the end of the hallway.
He blinked and wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. He was 17 years old for goodness sake. What his mom said shouldn’t get to him. Should it? Mike raced outside down the back steps. His older brother Kyle was sitting in the yard.
“Was it mom again?” his brother asked.
Mike wiped his nose. “Yeah, I guess. It’s stupid. Its not a big deal.”
Kyle stood up. “Honestly, Mike. If soccer is that important to you. It is a big deal when mom says that stuff. She hurts you on purpose. It’s not right.”
Mike looked at his older brother. Kyle was staring past him. Looking at his own memories.
Kyle said “I’m not gonna let mom tear you down. Not you too. Now get the soccer ball from the shed and lets practice.”
Mike turned and ran to the shed. His eyes started to tear up again but this time it was because he knew someone believed in him.
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