Three years ago my aunt died. Shortly after she died, we had a baseball picnic. We were going to play a game of baseball with all the kids from my team and some parents. We went to the baseball diamond and I picked up my glove - I knew it was my glove because it had my name written in it. After the party was over, we were driving home and I realized that I left my mit at the park. I was really upset and my parents were mad that I left it there. When we got home, I went in my room and I was sad. Then my mom called me and told me to come into her bedroom. There on her dresser was my baseball glove! She asked me, my sister and my dad if we brought it in the house and put it on her dresser but nobody had. I think my aunt was looking out for me! I will never forget that. Thank you!