Quite often, she tells her grandmother how heavy the books are, then Grandma rides bicycle to get Maya. Her legs are strong enough to go up hill in front of the police station with her two granddaughters on her bike. But usually we walk to meet her. Walking is much more fun. We can see more and talk more.
Mako finds many things.
Many small things we forgot how to find. We try to see things with children's eyes, remembering that not so long ago, we had the same eyes. When Mako finds her sister coming around the corner, she starts running. Two year old's running is little shaky, but it is filled with joy. Maya's face becomes full of big smile.