I had to get out of there. I just glared at them. How could they have lied to me? I’m their daughter. Didn’t I deserve to know? I’m 13 for goodness sake! I’ve been old enough for a long time to keep a secret. Instead they wait until my
Mom and Dad looked at me. Their concern was genuine, but Dad had a slight smile on his face. “I have.” came my Dad’s voice. “Do you remember Grandpa Kent’s old red truck?”

but I was up to bat and the game hung on me.

Originally posted by Classicalla:
Is something missing here?

Yes... I will fix that. Thanks!

Originally posted by Classicalla:
I'd suggest... the game was hanging on me.

I would have gotten that. It's also more proper English.

Interesting story.

I also remembered the time he stayed to watch me play the Jr. Softball Championship. He looked like he really wanted to go, but I was up to bat and the game was hanging on me. I told him to stay; I needed him to be there. And he did, and that day a bank got robbed, no one was hurt, but Superman hadn’t shown on the scene until later and the robbers had gotten away. Dad was miserable the rest of that afternoon. I didn’t understand why, until now. A wave of guilt and understanding washed over me. Those robbers weren’t caught because I wanted my dad to see me hit a stupid softball. I hadn’t put two and two together, until now. I thought about a variety of events in the Kent household. Everything made more and more sense knowing.