He asked me to be ready at 6, saying he would pick me up then.
And at 5.30 in the evening, I dragged my new cycle to the park. It had become a routine for the past week. Every evening, he would leave early from work to teach me cycling.
But that day was different. We had had a fight in the morning. I don't remember about what. So I had stomped off angrily, I did not need him to teach me.
I struggled around alone in the park with the cycle he had gifted me while other kids stumbled around with thier parents or friends in tow to catch them in case they fall.
And I fell. As I lay in a heap with my cycle feeling miserable, familiar hands lifted me up. He had come to the park despite me snapping at him and asking him not to come.
It is one of my brightest memories till date.
You don't need people who catch you when you fall, for you will never learn anything that way but the ones who lift you up after a fall, those people are precious. Don't ever let them go. But then again, those people will never choose to leave you.