She's always been stronger than me.
I remember summer, we were children,
The sky still heavy and warm.
We were racing to her mom's house,
I looked back to see how much I was winning and tripped.
It hurt so I just stayed there, cried, sun on my back, knee burning.
I looked up and saw her holding out her hand, her face scrunched up against the light.
She was a 7-year-old girl.
I was an 8-year-old boy.
She helped me up, I was ok.