Emma Signed Over Her Kitchen Island to Keep Toby Safe in Massachusetts

down the road. Toby trapped the ball with his sole, his small shoulders rising and falling as he caught his breath.

“It is a small yard, Mom, but the grass is perfect for soccer,” Toby said.

“You have a good kick today,” I said.

“The ground is harder than the yard in Illinois,” he said, tapping his toe against the turf. “But the ball continue reading …