Personal Narrative: Mom You Need To Be On My Team

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Ember my 4 years old was getting pushed around by her siblings. They kept saying that she was too young and small to play with them at beach soccer and no one wanted her on their team...She could have cried but she didn 't. Instead, she marched toward me and simply said: " Mom, you need to be on my team". I, perhaps, should have seen it coming from the way she walked on the pitch and I definitely, should have seen it, by the way, she looked at her brother and sisters... One minute into the match she scored her first goal with a 2 -foot-high header. They laugh thinking that she had lost her balance and got lucky somehow... The rest of the match proved that luck had nothing to do with it. Her awkward dribbles, the out-of-rhythm cuts and the
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