“With
Mom and Dad.”
Chris squeezed his shoulder.
“Of course, Captain.”
The representative began arranging the trip.
The organization coordinated with Ethan’s medical team, arranged accessible seating, and made sure transportation and medical support would be available.
Everything was designed around his comfort.
Chris and I were overwhelmed with gratitude.
We believed Ethan simply wanted to watch his favorite team play.
But our son had quietly made another request.
Something neither of us knew about.
And the wish-granting team had decided to make that request come true.
When game day arrived, Ethan could hardly contain his excitement.
The moment we entered the stadium, he stopped walking.
Thousands of fans filled the corridors.
Music thundered from overhead speakers.
Vendors shouted about hot dogs, drinks, and pretzels.
People wearing blue-and-white jerseys hurried past us.
Chris held the handles of Ethan’s wheelchair, ready in case he became tired.
“Too much, Captain?” he asked. “We
can find somewhere quieter.”
