We all went down to the ball field tonight for AJ’s game. My sister discouraged us from attending his first one, but Mom would have none of it for the second. “We're a family,” she said. “We support each other.”

     AJ’s team batted first, but he didn't come to the plate. When his team took to the field, AJ stayed on the bench.

     “He doesn't start?” Dad asked.

     “He doesn't play,” my sister said, “and I’m okay with that.”

     AJ, she explained, was the “team artist.” He liked the uniform and wanted to be part of the team. Sounded like a mascot to me, but I kept my mouth shut.

     AJ spe...

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