The football game was Saturday. And He was dreading it. Sure, he had played with some of the guys since he was in pee-wee football, but this game was different.
He would be sitting on the bench, crutch nearby along with parents. He would be the 'reason' the team played, give them a reason to try even harder to win. But he honestly couldn't have cared less how they played, because all he thought of was how his teammates, his second family would now look at him.
cancer doesn't care who you are. It will feed off of you regardless if you're 8 years old or 80 years old.
YOU ARE READING
Penny For Your Thought
Короткий рассказwhat would you say if you knew no one was going to read it
