There was a time in John Orozco‘s life when he’d see his phone buzz immediately after a meet and try not to roll his eyes.
Orozco always answered. Always. Because Damaris Orozco needed to check in. Needed to see how her son was doing. Needed to share in his joy when things went well and provide a pep talk when they did not, a ritual Orozco sometimes indulged out of duty more than anything.
“I’d be like, ‘Mom, leave me alone. I just finished. I don’t want to talk about gymnastics,'” Orozco said with a hint of smile.