Comic Story
Panel 1
The roar of the crowd felt like a weight on my shoulders. Every eye in the stadium wasn't just on me; they were on my father's legacy.
Panel 2
My father never had to say a word. His silence was the loudest sound in the stadium.
Panel 3
He wanted a big shot, a hero's play like the ones he used to make. I swung for the fences, trying to be him instead of me.
Panel 4
The long walk back to the dugout is a path of shame. Every step echoes with the ghost of your failure.
Panel 5
In the dugout, a senior player put a hand on my shoulder. He said, 'Your father was a storm, Rohan; you don't have to be. You can be the anchor.'
Panel 6
The match was slipping away, just like my dreams. Then, I felt a presence beside me.
Panel 7
He didn't talk about my bad shot, or the score. He said, 'I was so afraid of failing that I never told anyone I loved the game. I only ever told them I loved winning.'
Panel 8
For the first time, I wasn't looking at a legend. I was looking at my father.
Panel 9
The final ball was bowled, and we lost the match. The scoreboard screamed our failure to the entire world.
Panel 10
But as my father's arm wrapped around my shoulder, I realized the score didn't matter. For the first time, the silence between us wasn't heavy with expectation, but filled with peace.
Panel 11
We didn't win the trophy that day. But walking out of that stadium, I felt like I had finally won something back: myself.