With Mrs. Atkins in charge, we were all sent upstairs to get ready for bed. I still had to shower, making sure to take care of my stitches. I didn't want to give the adults any reason to bench me.
Back in the room, I was hoping to talk with Noah a little more on what could happen with people knowing who my brother is, but he had fallen asleep by the time I was done. He had a long day after all.
He definitely had one of his best games against one of the best teams in our league. He deserved a good rest, so I let him sleep and climbed into my own bed.
Honestly, I don't feel like it was too important. Who would really care that I was related to a professional baseball player?
...I soon found out...that a lot of people cared.
Living with the Atkins and sharing a room with Noah, I've become accustomed to waking up with some kind of noise. Very rarely it would be so quiet.
Yesterday was a surprise skip. I gave blood, helped my dad with shopping, nap, jumanji 2 (it was okay), dinner, then I passed out again. Unusually tired but it’s been awhile since I’ve given blood. I’d like to take this moment to suggest everyone to donate (if they can) during this Christmas season because a lot of people just forget or don’t have the time during this busy holiday season so they come across shortages. Give at the Red Cross or your local hospital. Please and thanks.