Austin
I sat in my room by myself having all these thoughts flooding my head. Everything I have grown up to know has been a lie. Well, not really a lie, but the whole truth was never told to me, which is something I had the right to know. Things could have been different, better.
I tried remembering any happy moments growing up with my father. I remember when I first signed up for baseball. My mother was so excited for me since I would be playing with Eli and Tristian and we would be out of the house instead of playing games all day, but it also could open up doors of opportunity. My father told me it was a waste of time. We got into this huge fight and I didn’t leave my room all weekend. That Monday morning before tryouts, there was a package in front of my be
