I Took My Terminally Ill 10-Year-Old Son to a Football Game as His Final Wish – Then We Appeared on the Stadium’s Big Screen, and the Announcer Said, ‘There’s Something You Don’t Know About This Trip’

late.”

A knock sounded at the door.

Leo stood outside.

Chris hesitated before getting up.

“How’s your son?” he asked.

Leo looked surprised.

“Home. Driving his mother crazy.”

Chris smiled. “Good.”

That was all.

Just one piece of good news Chris finally let himself hear.

A few minutes later, I looked at Ethan.

“You ready to go home, Captain?”

He glanced through the glass toward the field.

I caught myself.

“What do you want?”

Ethan thought for a moment.

“Ten more minutes.”

Chris nodded. “Ten.”

We returned to our seats.