The teams were on the field practicing when the Shipyard family made it to the field for Kyle’s game that Saturday. It was a beautiful morning and the sun was shining brightly on the field. Madison breathed in and smiled widely as Bill pushed her wheelchair towards the stands. “Mm…I love that smell. Fresh cut grass.” “Maddie, look it’s Kyle.” Grace ran up ahead of them and pointed at the player standing on the pitcher’s mound. Madison’s lips curled upwards, and she shook her head. “Actually, Gracie, I think that might be Kyle’s brother, Dylan.” “No, Maddie. Look, that looks just like Kyle.” Bill and Lisa smiled at their daughter as Madison tried to explain it to her. “Kyle’s a twin, which means he has a brother who looks just like him.” Grace’s eyes grew wide. “Really? But how do pe

