“That is all I wanted to hear.”

When I got home, Maya was in the backyard with Nina, trying to teach our new rescue dog to sit.

The dog, a ridiculous golden mutt named Waffles, had no interest in sitting.

Waffles preferred stealing socks and barking at butterflies.

Maya saw the bike and froze.

For a second, I worried I had made a mistake.

Then she walked toward it slowly.

“That is mine.”