I wake up around 10 AM. It's summer so the sun shines through the curtains. I stand up and walk to the living room.

I am in only my boxers, but I don't care. They see the same when I walk on the beach.

I watch some TV and notice that I'm hungry. Sam and William aren't home, they had to go to work. They are our foster parents, we are waiting for somebody to adopt us, meanwhile, we are staying here.

I walk to the kitchen, there is a little note. Hi Jax. I'm at the beach. I have my phone with me. You can call if you need me. Love, your sister.

So Alex is at the beach. I wonder why she is here. I make some food and check my social media. Nothing special on Twitter or Instagram.

I decide to go for a little walk to the beach with our dog. Vancouver is her name, it's a labrador. She is around three years old. Alex named her after the place where the USWNT won their World Cup gold. She loves them, they are a big inspiration for her.

"Van, let's go for a walk." She barks, she is cute when she does that.

I get her leash and pet her on her head when she sits down. Mom learned her to sit down and do some tricks. We walk to the beach.

It's Vancouver's happy place. She loves it. Running after her little soccer ball. Swimming in the sea. It's a dog that loves water, that's for sure.

It's not busy at the beach so I let her walk without her leash. I wonder if I will see Alex here, maybe she walked back to the house, did go to the soccer fields or did go to do some shopping.

She is a little off the last few days. Maybe because mom's anniversary is coming a few weeks. It would be our first year without her.

We were really close, we told each other everything. With Alex, she would go to the beach, go shopping or just make the trip with the last money we had. Mom worked really hard to make sure I and my sister had a happy life.

We had a happy life. We had a loving mother and an always happy dog. Vancouver is one of the things that make Alex happy when she feels sad. Van sleeps often in Alex bed, although Sam and William don't like it.

While I'm in deep thoughts Vancouver begins barking and runs away. She runs to a woman and a young girl. They are asleep on each other. The girl is cuddled in the woman. The girl is about sixteen years old, the woman looks at the beginning of her thirties. Vancouver doesn't listen when I call her. I run after her, but she is already licking the girls face.

The girls wake up and I hear the young girl is saying something. "Vancouver!"

Huh, how does she know the name of my dog? When I come closer I see it's my sister. "Hey, Jax, nice to see you too."

"Hi."

The woman next to her is slowly waking up. "Shit, Baby Kriegs, we fell asleep."

I'm kind of uncomfortable because I don't know the woman. Alex chuckles at the look in my eyes and the woman next to her.

"Oh, sorry. Uhm... I'm Ashlyn Harris. Goalkeeper for the USWNT and Orlando Pride."

"Hi, I'm Jax, Alex' brother", I say, uncomfortable and with a lot of questions.

How the hell did my sister end up with the best goalkeeper in the world, on a beach, falling asleep and cuddling?

"I see you wondering, come sit with us, we will tell you the story together."

Vancouver is laying on Ashlyn's lap and she looks comfortable. I decide to listen what the girls have to say.