Amalia Anderson
We were waiting in the player´s exit. Grandpa was there with me, along with the rest. "Sweetie, it was bound to happen," Grandpa said, and I sighed.
"I know, but I hated that part of my dad´s job. The running, hiding your face, sunglasses when there was a cloudy day..." I sighed, and he nodded.
"I know, Sweetie, but now you are an adult, and it should be easier. Your mother could handle it with three kids; I am sure you will handle it too." Grandpa said, and I nodded. I shouldn't be so scared of the media, especially when I was trying to become a championship ice skater, but at the same time, I was terrified. I hated the whole thing growing up. The way they ambushed me outside school one day was so horrific that I ended up traumatized.
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