to help her ride the taller bike. she was having a little difficulty with stopping it; the distance between the seat to the road was just slightly longer than her legs. she kept falling. she was getting frustrated. i got out in the street, holding the bike and gave her some tips about how to stop without having to fall over.
she rode up the street, made a circle, and came back, making a perfect stop in front of the mailbox. she looked at me with a huge smile in her eyes and on her mouth. her big raggedy teeth were completely exposed. i could feel my face smiling just as 