I spend so much time watching them lead the way as I trail behind. They crash into
Sometimes, they turn around to see if I'm watching, following. Our eyes meet. Sometimes they are grateful to know I am there. Sometimes, they wish for me to turn around, to leave them to their adventures.
I think of all the times to come. I will watch their backs peeking from behind the driver's seat
My back, however, will always remain a mystery to them. I will always be somewhere behind, waiting for their returns, which will one day turn to