Submission: Maria Munguia

I loved my Aunt Leslie more than anyone. She taught me how to ride a bike, cook, and have fun. She felt closer to a parent figure than my actual parents did, and I wish I still had contact with her. “I’m right here,” she promised as she held onto my bike seat. I started pedaling, later turning to make sure that she was still there. I panicked when she was several feet away. I quickly swung both legs over and jumped off the bike. She laughed, “With reflexes like that, what do you have to be afraid of?”

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