The little girls blonde hair flowed in the wind as she began to start her swing. But before she swung she glanced over to her little sister, thinking “this is for you Rosie”. Her knees bent, her arms pulled back and she exploded. The ball flew for what almost felt like hours, but in all reality it was probably 20 seconds. She ran and ran around the bases so fast that before she knew it she was already to the dugout. Everyone was cheering, cars were honking and her team was patting her on the helmet. She had just won the game. A couple years later that same little girl was there but in a teenager’s body. Her long blonde hair flowed in the wind as she began to swing. She bent her knees waiting for the pitch. As it came she gripped the bat tighter and gave a furious smirk at the pitcher. But it didn’t feel right to her, it was as if something was wrong. It was like she knew something was gonna happen.
She began to pull her elbow back as the softball was coming. She hit it down the 3rd base line and was about to round 1st base when all of a sudden she fell. Nobody knew what happened as they all stared at her having a seizure on 1st base. Her dad, terrified ran over to her attention. “This has never happened to her before, someone help!” Her 10 year old little sister stared in her direction in a daze wondering what had just happened. She looked up to her a lot, she thought her older sister was the best softball player she’d ever seen. The little girl hoped and prayed that her sister was fine, although she had no idea what happened to her. Days go by as the little girl sits in her room, alone waiting for her sister to return home. But she never did. All of a sudden it was weeks, then months and there was no older sister. The little girl’s father eventually came in her room. “Rosie, this is gonna be really hard to understand but… honey, Emma isn’t gonna be here anymore.
“Well, when is she coming back.” Her father gives a little chuckle as he tries to lighten up the dreadful moment.
“Rosie you don’t understand, she’s gone, she’s not coming back, ever. Rosie they tried to save her but there was nothing they could do.” She stared out the window in udderly confusion, wondering what her father was trying to tell her.
“Rosie, Emma’s dead.” Her father’s tears started pouring down his face. She finally understood what her father was talking about, only because he was crying.
“My sister’s dead” she whispered under her breath. About 8 months had passed before Rosie finally picked up another softball. It was hard for her to even look at a softball, let alone pick one up. Everything softball related caused her emotional pain. The bat, the softball, the field, even hearing the word softball made her feel like not wanting to play. “This was Emma’s sport not mine” she whispered out loud hoping nobody would hear her. As she dropped the bat in the dirt she slowly went with it. Her knees hit the ground and she began to sob, everything came out that she’d been holding in for months. All the other kids gathered around Rosie in the middle. Nobody bothered to ask her what was wrong but they also didn’t know why she was crying. One little boy in the back was brave enough to ask her though. All you could hear was “Rosie.... Are you okay?” She looked up slowly and saw all the kids looking at her, wondering what was wrong.
“I’m fine, leave me alone.” Everybody ran away as she tried to dry up her tears. But she soon realized that not everyone was gone, one boy stayed.
“Rosie you’re not okay, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, okay, I’m fine now leave me alone”.
“You know my mom died 2 years ago. It’s okay to be sad, trust me I’ve been there, believe it or not I was sad once too, still am. But I got through it because I had people beside me the whole way. By the way Rosie I’ll always be by your side, I promise. Also just some strong advice, just because softball was Emma’s favorite sport doesn’t mean you should give up what you love too.” The boy got up and walked away. Rosie sat there on the ground in the middle of the softball field crying away all her pain. Several years later, on the softball field was Rosie. It was her turn to bat. As she walked up to the plate she looked up in the sky and said “this is for you Emma”. Her long blonde hair flew in the wind as she began to get in her batting stance. But before she swung she glanced over to that same boy “thank you”. He gave a little smirk to her and they both smiled. Rosie looked back at the pitcher, gripped the bat as hard as she could and waited for the pitch. When the pitch came she pulled back and exploded with power. The ball went flying in the air for a couple seconds. She was already at 3rd base when she realized that she just hit her first home run ever, for Emma. “That was for you Em, I did it for you” Rosie whispered to herself pointing at the sky. Everyone was cheering, honking their cars, and chanting her name. After the game the boy came up to her with a giant smile on his face. “Told you to never give up on what you love”.
They both smiled at each other and hugged. “You were right.” Rosie said laughing “you were right.”