"Momma, why does he have to go through this all the time" Heather asks. "I don't know honey. All we can do is give him the medications Dr. Daniels prescribed and have him rest", says her mother as she rocks Chance gently in her arms as he whimpers in pain while he sleeps. "Daddy doesn't care. He makes him work all day in the sun and heat, not letting him rest and always tells him to man up. It's not right momma, it's just not right". "Heather, your daddy does care. He just wants your brother to be like him, not afraid of hard work. You think your daddy doesn't hurt at the end of the day? Honey, he does. His pain is different from your brothers, but he wants to teach him that despite it all, he can make it through. If he can make it through this, he can make it through anything "

Heather is finding it hard to sleep, thinking about Chance, wondering why after all these years he still has to suffer like this. Hasn't he dealt with enough. She shouldn't have looked at his chart when she left the note on Dr. Daniels desk, it only confirmed what she thought she had overheard her parents talking about late one night.

"We are not telling that boy anything, " her dad told her mom. "He doesn't need to be treated any different, it will make him weak and afraid to try anything. I forbid it". "He's afraid, he needs to know, it's not right keeping it from him" her Mom cried. "You baby him too much as it is" her dad said. "Baby him? He's only 8 years old, he's just a child. Why can't you show him some compassion" she said as he turned and walked away, "I'm going to bed, the fields aren't going to clear themselves in the morning"

The dinging of Heathers phone brought her out of her thoughts. "I'm sorry Sis, I love you too". She read Chances' message over and over as tears flowed from her eyes. "No Chance, I'm sorry ," she thought. "I'm sorry that you have to deal with any of this and all that you've been through in your life, but I promise I will help you."