I sit in the bleachers and watch the game.hes number 07. he has the ball. he runs toard the in zone. we cheer. hes almost there. he falls. "number 07s arm is broken number 10 is taking his place" the annoucer says. she rushes down to him. he texts me after the game. "im at the hospital but i'll be okay" i tre to smile but i know she is there with him. i cry. "Dear God, keep him safe. please heal his arm. GOd let him see that he belongs with me."