Emmie's Diary - (sequel to 'My Football Heart')

Three

October 21st 2037

We all have an event today in France i'm sure my mother went years ago with my father and uncle pep. I'm sure everyone's heard of it the ballon d'or 2037.

Our flights at 7am it's now 3am and i'm writing in here as if I don't have so much to do before we all leave.

I've got to help my father get all Javier's things ready to fly out and help Pedri incase he crumbles, Pedri isn't easy when it comes to packing clothes to travel my mother used to help him with it.

You'd think after all these years we'd be okay with her death and we would've all moved on but we just cannot and i think that's what's hurting us all the most.

8 years ago.

I was with my mother in Camp Nou watching my father play against Real Madrid. We are winning for that matter but I couldn't help but stare at the way my mama would watch him as he ran across the pitch. She always looked at him with pure love.

If anything i've learned in my only 6 years of life is that my parents have the best love story throughout there little ups and downs.

"Emmie, Papa wants you to run down to the pitch at the full time whistle can you do that?" My mother asks me and I smile as I look up at her with a quick nod.

Her cancers getting worse everyday I see it sucking her away. I always wonder how long i've got left until I loose my bestfriend the one that gave me life.

It's a good life but what's a life without the person who gave you the life? The full time whistle was blown and I looked at my mama with a slight giggle as I then ran down to the pitch.

"There you are." My father says as I'm lifted over the rail into his arms. Uncle Pep walks over to us as my mother walks down the steps towards us all.

Uncle pep lifts her over the rail and onto the pitch with us. "You feeling okay?" He asks her and my mother smiles at him. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" She ruffles her hand in his sweaty hair and laughs. "I'm okay I promise." Pedri smiles and fixes his hair before doing it back to her.

"If you say so Macie." He huffs and my father then laughs. "Give it up." I giggle after he does then we make our way towards the players. A few people were screaming my father's name as he walked around the pitch but also mine and my mother's.

I'd love to sign all there shirts or they're little books but I just cannot spell and I do not even have a signature yet!

My father walks over with me towards the fans taking each of there pens. "Emmie, what's it like to be the daughter to two amazing footballers?" I look at my father and then to my mother whose eyebrow was raised at the question.

"She's six years old. I'm sure she can answer these questions in the future when she's the best footballer." My mother says as my father agrees. "She loves it, She has me too you know." Pedri sniggers as he signs one of the shirts.

"Hot chocolate anyone?" He then says. "I'll have one but you can get it the cafe lady still hates me." I giggle at my mother's comment she's always had something against this cafe lady.

"She doesn't hate you Macie." My father says and puts his arm around her while I gripped onto his shoulder. "I am so convinced that she does." My mother laughs as we walk down into the turnstile.

2037

I always laugh at the memory of my mother and the lady at the cafe. She retired a few years ago and her last words to me were "I never hated your mother I just always seemed to look moody whenever she was around." I've never actually heard about her since.

I stood up and brushed through my hair, My curls have gotten less tight over the years and they're more loose now but that's because my mother had straight brunette hair yet curls when she was young like me.

I see her in myself everytime I look into the mirror it was as if her soul leached into mine when she passed.

I had a pair of blue ripped jeans, a white cropped top and a cropped white jumper just over the top. It's still pretty hot in Barcelona at this time of the year but in France it's absolutely freezing.

I walked out of my room and towards Pedri's, I lifted my hand and gave it a little tap before I heard a "come in" I walked inside and he was sat at the edge of his bed with a photo frame in his hand.

"I've packed. Don't worry." He says with a small droopy smile before looking back down at the frame in his hands. "You know this was her favourite event. She loved watching the people she loved win all these trophies.

I walked over and sat just next to him on the bed laying my head against his shoulder. "She told me all the time. From the minute I was born I can still hear her talking about it." I say and he chuckles a little. "I believe that." He says.

"Well believe it because it's very much true." I said with a small laugh. "Come on we have things to do." I said then took the frame from his hands and placed it back down at his bedside table.

I pulled him up by the arm and we walked out to help my father with Javier. Pablo Gavi has a big chance of winning this year and he's really nervous about all this and how he's gonna react if he does or what words he's gonna say.

If he wins he said it'll be all for her all for my mother, she got him here she pushed him to be better she is his light and she'll be the reason he got this far.