“Hey, skipper,” my dad said with a grin, sitting on Morgan’s bed. He had a striped gray shirt on and looked a bit like a sailor because of it. Looking at him made me think of the Cracker Jack mascot for some reason. I remember when the popcorn gave out actual prizes instead of a stupid QR code for some baseball game… I love baseball, don’t get me wrong, it’s just that I’d rather experience it in real life. I once even caught a foul ball hit by Mitch Haniger; it was one of the most incredible experiences of my life.
I’m still upset with you, you know…
“Oh, dad, please get me out of here. Please, I’ll give you anything,” I nearly pleaded.
“You miss home, kiddo?” he asked, brushing my hair out of my eyes. He was entirely different from the person I talked to on the phone. I had no idea
