Mia is seven. She learns to ride a bike in the park. Papa runs behind her. He holds the seat. "Don't let go!" she says. "I won't," he says.
Mia rides. She is fast now. She laughs! Then she asks, "Papa, are you there?" She looks back. Papa is far away. He waves. His hands are empty. "You let go!" she says. "Yes, two minutes ago," he says. "Again, please!" says Mia.