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  • Watching him play today, at 25, brought me back to the Little League days when I had to carry his things and drive him to the ball park. Where I would sit for hours, bite my nails and pray for a good game. Where I watched him hit his first home run a real over the fence out of the ballpark home run.

    Even though he is all grown up, my mother's eyes still look for him among the players, and I still hold my breath when he's at bat.

    Mirándolo jugar hoy, a los 25, me hizo pensar en los días de Little League, cuando yo le llevaba sus cosas y manejaba al campo de beisbol. Me sentaba por horas, me mordía las uñas, rezaba por un buen partido. Donde lo ví tirar su primer homerun, un home run de verdad, volando por arriba del cerco, saliendo de la cancha.

    A pesar de que ya está grande, mis ojos de mami todavía lo buscan entre los otros jugadores, y todavía me pongo nerviosa cuando es su turno.
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