His return to his days at Wilkinson High School along with his adolescence in full, was marked by another dip in height. Yet for all it was worth, Penny couldn't help but feel that the prospect of having turned her big brother into her little brother was getting a bit boring. Penny had made her pensive fantasy into a reality beyond dreaming. Not too long ago, Penny had dreamed she could travel into that old photograph, back into a time when she hadn't even been born yet, and meet another, far cuter version of her beloved brother. She had always gushed over that old rooster photo of her oldest brother as a little boy posing on one knee with his glove holding a baseball while leaning against his bat for support. The tween suddenly found it so odd, in retrospect, what she had accomplished. With her mother texting away on her smartphone, Penny found herself reflecting for once on her life outside her diary writing sessions.

Penny could only cover her bemused smile with her hand as she recalled the drastic changes to the Little League team brand since the last time Brandon has been playing for the Marlins.

Brandon Powell was decked out in the simply adorable team uniform, a little kid version of the Miami Marlins uniforms: with a bright Miami blue with the midnight black logo of the team's titular fish jumping over a capitalized 'M' across the right breast, the number 12 on the back in midnight black, along with baggy silver baseball pants and a midnight black baseball cap featuring the same Marlins logo but in Miami blue perched atop his head. She was currently sitting in the small bleachers viewing her younger brother warmup with the fellow seven and eight year old boys and girls that made up his baseball team.

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