Brian Gutierrez²

We had grown up together since we were little. Our mothers were friends, and that's how Brian and I ended up knowing each other from childhood. We had spent years watching each other grow up, playing, arguing over the smallest things, and supporting each other through everything.

But that day was different.

Brian was about to play his first game with the Chicago Fire. His family and mine had gone to the stadium to support him before he joined the team.

We found him shortly before he had to leave. He was wearing his team gear and had that mix of excitement and nerves that he couldn't hide.

"Ready for your first game?" his mom asked.

"I think so..." Brian replied with a laugh. "Although I'm quite nervous."

My mom came over and adjusted the collar of his shirt.

—Don't be nervous. God put you here for a reason.

Her mother smiled and gave her a hug.

—We are very proud of you, Brian.

I approached afterwards, smiling.

—Good luck, Briannn. We'll be watching you from the stands.

Brian looked at me and let out a small laugh.

—You'd better scream when you see me come in.

-Obviously.

Before he could leave, I raised my hand to give him my blessing.

—May God bless you and watch over you throughout the game. Play your usual game and enjoy your debut.

Brian remained silent for a few seconds, smiling.

—Thank you. Really.

He gave us one last hug before we started walking towards the stadium.

—See you later. And don't leave without congratulating me if I do something good.

We all laughed.

"Play well first, and then we'll see!" his mother yelled at him.

Brian walked away laughing, while we waited anxiously for the moment to see him enter the field for the first time with the Chicago Fire.