Marc Bernal 19

Marc was a footballer for FC Barcelona, ​​a young player. He had been thriving since he was about 16 or 17 years old at Barça, one of the best teams in the world both now and historically, although Marc suffered a serious injury in a Spanish La Liga match against Rayo Vallecano, tearing his ligaments at the age of 17…

You were there for him every step of the way; you were like his rock, along with his mother, father, and older brother, Toni. You were always with him. You'd been dating for a few years, although you'd never kissed or anything like that, since you and Marc had known each other your whole lives. You were from the same town, and your mothers were very close friends, and Marc didn't want to mess things up. Anyway, getting back to the injury, it was tough for him. Being injured for nine months at 17 years old really took its toll, and all he thought about was how he was going to get back to playing football…

Nine months passed, and summer came. During the summer, he went to Ibiza with his friends from the club (Lamine Yamal, Héctor Fort, Marc Casadó, Alejandro Balde, among others), leaving you "alone" in Barcelona, ​​although you weren't alone; you were with your parents, and you didn't mind Marc going with them either.

The wait felt endless, but finally, Marc was going to play football again for Barça. It was a match in Valencia, against Valencia CF, the same team he had debuted with a year earlier, only in Valencia…

Now you were at Camp Nou. I was sitting in the VIP box, worried about Marc, in case his insecurities overwhelmed him. You were sitting next to his mother, who felt the same way you did. On the other side was Marc's older brother, Toni, and next to Toni, Marc's father. Finally, the moment arrived when Marc returned to the pitch, and the entire Camp Nou stadium applauded him…

“THAT’S MY SON!”

Marc's father shouted…

“Oh, daughter, I can’t watch… I get scared every time I see Marc play…”

Marc's mother told you that for her you were like another daughter…