The supportive father

I remember sometime during the end of the soccer season; I was playing right defense. I knew I was playing badly for the most part. I just wasn't focused, I had something on my mind that I couldn't shake. While the ball was on the opposite side of the field, I took the time and looked out toward the sidelines. There he was. My father who had just had open heart surgery was making his way slowly but surely so our side of the field. He looked over and he gave me a smile that said he was proud of me. I will never forget that smile for as long as I live. I was extremely happy that he showed up. I wanted to play a game for him that was worth seeing. One he reached our side of the field, he became the same old dad I know in love. He started yell pointers at me so I could improve my game. I could see that it was hurting to yell. He put that aside and he kept supporting me. After the game ended, I walked up to him and we preformed our handshake.