Dream Journal
I bought a new red bicycle. I should have shopped around a bit and not have bought a bicycle as an impulse purchase, but I liked the bike. While I was putting it into the back of my mother’s pickup, Melissa tossed hers in with ease.
She bragged that she had been able to load up her bicycle all by herself for years before I was ever able. And I still struggled with it.
I stacked our two and some other bikes near the back of the pickup cab, tired of her braggins. She stood in the back of the pickup and I stood on the ground handing bikes up to her.
Themes: Melissa