I jumped into the water💧..plop. I wasn't swimming really good to the point where I'm almost drowning. The good part I got the steps of the pool and rested for a bit. The next day, my papa took me to the batting cage in the hotel and practiced with me. He helped me practice my pitching with my left arm. I still didn't know how to do it. "C'mon mija, it's mostly the same thing, just pitching with your left arm." I did the pitching position and pitched the ball. It landed straight into the square of the pitching square. "Yes!" I did it again and again to the middle. I think last time I did it, I was putting too much pressure to myself, but now I can pitch again. My papa figured that when I pitch, my glove will be strapped to my pants, so when I pitch, I get my glove quickly to catch. The only problem I had was how I was going to bat. My papa said in where he heard it, if you have one arm, then you can use a lighter bat, but have to pay a fee. I used my old bat that I had and my papa pitched the first ball. I hold tightly onto my bat and I hit it. "Good job mija, I'm so proud of you!" Papa then hugged me. "Papa, we don't have to worry about the fee, right?" "Nah we don't."
YOU ARE READING
Softball Dreams
General FictionPrologue Michelle Garcia is a normal 15 year old Mexican girl . She has her siblings, mama, and papa. She has some physical problems at home, but I'm not going to explain too much about it. She lives in Sun City and softball season is starting. She...