She knew too well the heartbreak of failing at something. She had been there, done that. Instinctively, she wanted to spare her brother from the pain of disappointment.
However, her experience taught her some things were beyond her control. Despite her best efforts, she understood she could not protect the people she loved all the time.
"Go, Tyrone!" She shouted as soon as her brother entered the field, sensing the excitement as everyone cheered and clapped their hands.
But she could support her brother. It was the least she could do for him. "Go, go, go, Ty!" Be there for him.
Still, she could feel tiny beads of sweat breaking against her skin as nerves crept into her spine. Naturally, she was nervous for her brother.
Nonetheless, she was surprised to see that her brother was great, impressing everyone with his skill. Of course, she could not help but be proud of him.
