“Be back by 10!” My fathers voice echos. I stare down at my watch, 9:45. My breathing is rushed and my legs are burning.

“Come on, you got fifteen minutes.”

I keep peddling faster and faster, the handle bars on my bike swinging back and forth.

9:50.

I reach an intersection and screech to a stop. A women in a white beat up truck speeds past, honking, and putting a finger in the air. I roll my eye...