“All you want to do is play sports,” my daughter says to me. “I don’t feel like it.”
“Okay,” I say. “Fine. You don’t want to. You don’t have to. I’ve got other things to do anyway. I was just seeing if you wanted to play. I was offering to play with you, if you wanted to.”
“I don’t want to,” she says.
Crushed, I walk back to my bedroom and lay down. I feel ninety years old suddenly. All day at work, I thought about going home and playing sports with my daughter, hitting softblls or dribbling in the road, or riding bikes. I even just purchased a new bike helmet because my daughter is wearing mine now. With the sports option dampened worse than a rain storm, I lay there checking work emails, reading about Corona, feeling like all the joy h