By thirteen, I had become good at not asking for anything unless I truly needed it.
Then, when I was fifteen, Mom met Ray.
Ray already had two children, Danny and Cara, who stayed with us every other weekend. Our little house suddenly became louder, messier, and much more crowded.
But Ray never once made me feel like I was an extra responsibility.
He simply showed up.
Every football game.
Even the ones where I spent almost the entire game sitting on the bench.
Once, after I had barely played, I found him waiting near the fence.
“You know I was only on the field for a few minutes, right?”
“I know.”
“You sat here for two hours.”
“Yep.”
“Why?”
Ray looked genuinely confused by the question.
“Because you were here.”
