Chapter 12“Go!”
“Faster! Faster!”
“You got this!”
The cheering at the side of the pool was exuberant and raucous. The guy in the other lane was close—too close. It was going to be tough to pull ahead, especially when stopping to rest every couple of seconds.
“Keep going, Dev! You can do it!” I hollered.
He did. Somehow, my brother touched the wall first! He won!
“Yes! That’s my bro!” I slapped him on his bare, wet back as he not so gracefully dragged himself across the decking and up to his feet after his very first competition. We had traveled all the way down to Westchester for it—the entire family, including Desiree and Shemar. Cal was there. He was Devon’s coach.
By the fall of 2013, Dev was a Special Olympian, three years before I’d become the other kind. The Rio Games were thi
