Then the coach moved back to showcase his unfortunate mole.
“That dude has a big head,” Marco muttered.“I can barely see the game.”
True, but it gave plenty of opportunity for her to see that the mole was big enough to do something about.She got out her phone, tapped in a message, and held it against the glass.
Coach, the mole on the top of your head might be cancer.
“What are you doing, Mommy?”
“Trying to get the coach’s attention.”
“Don’t you want to get Kyle’s?”
Well, she’d do that if this didn’t work.
The team and staff traipsed down the tunnel for the second intermission, and they waved to Kyle who waved back.
“Want a beer?”Marco asked.
“Really?”
He shrugged.“I thought it worth a shot.”
“I’m fine, thanks.Thank you for offering, but we both prefer lemonade.”
He chuckled, nodded, and disappeared.Leaving them to watch the Jumbotron, with its advertisements and interviews.
“Hey, it’s Daddy!”Bella pointed to it.
Gen smiled, watching Kyle share about his road to recovery, noting how he said he was “so grateful to God to have had expert care so quickly from the medical teams both here and at Seattle General hospital.”
“That’s you, Mom,” Bella exclaimed.
Gen tucked her close to her side.It still felt surreal to have had such a transformation in recent months.God had been so very good to them.
She waited until the staff traipsed back in, again holding the phone against the glass, hoping the coach might see it.
“The coach isn’t looking, Mom.”
“I know.”
“Hey, we should make him notice us.”
“How do you want to do that?”
“I don’t know.Maybe I could do my special dance.”
Gen chuckled.“Okay.Try it and see.And I’ll make my message a bit brighter so it stands out.”
She highlighted the words “Coach”, “mole”, “head”, and “cancer” as Bella stood and started doing a weird dance.
One of the players turned around, and got Kyle’s attention and pointed to Gen.
Gen pointed to the coach, but Kyle didn’t seem to understand, as he shrugged.
“The coach,” she yelled.
“Coach?”he mouthed.
