She climbed up over the bleachers – there were very few people; most of the other parents had brought lawn chairs – and took a seat next to him. He could tell that she was upset. “You"d think I"d learn faster.”
“It"s just a game, Missy,” Harry replied. “Doing your best is important, but don"t get your sense of self-worth tied up in it.”
She nodded.
For a long while, they were silent. With the game over, both teams were gathered together while the coaches handed out popsicles. Harry suspected that his daughter was still too embarrassed to get one for herself. Fortunately, the freezer at home had several boxes full.
He had to give his daughter some credit; she maintained her composure quite well, given the circumstances. Not that he was an advocate of keeping feelings repressed, but it w
