There were hundreds of parents and kids on the field. Walking among them I was engrossed in a game of I Spy in order to connect with my son before his first race.
I stopped to survey the t-shirt color groupings, looking for red. A boy of about twelve approached me looking frantic.
He asked, “Have you seen my blind grandmother?”
I stared at him. His eyes were striking. The kind that make you look twice or just a second longer than normal. I paused because the question sounded like a joke but his franticness was real. I tried to determine if he needed help or whether he was concerned about his grandmother, maybe distraught that she may not ‘see’ him when it was time to run.
Me: Can she see at all?
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