“I can’t do it, Dad,” Max said with his massive blue helmet on his head. Max looked sideways away from his dad. His eyes were focused on all the other passersby. He gave a sharp exhale the way any 8 year old would to his parents.
“Yes you can,” Pedro, Max’s dad said.
Max sighed again and rolled his eyes in secret.
“I’m gonna be right behind you. I’m not going to let you go,” Pedro said from behind him.
Max looked across the field and saw his wife, Maxine, preparing burgers at the picnic table. Pedro could tell Max was distracted. “You looking at your mom. Don’t look at her. Keep your eyes focused on the path in front of you.”
Jace Rockland 