People around us laughed and waved toward the camera.
For one beautiful moment, Ethan looked like any other excited little boy enjoying a football game with his parents.
Not a hospital patient.
Not a child whose cancer had stopped responding to treatment.
Just a ten-year-old having the time of his life.
I reached for my phone, determined to capture the moment.
But before I could take a photograph, the stadium announcer spoke.
“Ethan, we’re so happy you could join us today.”
My son stopped waving.
He stared at the screen in amazement.
Then the announcer continued.
“But there’s something about today’s visit that you don’t know.”
I turned toward Chris.
He looked equally confused.
A wish-granting organization had arranged this special trip, but nobody had mentioned anything about a public announcement.
“Ethan,” the voice said, “we’d like you and your parents to turn around.”
My son slipped his hand into
