Once, I tried learning to ride a bike.

My parents said they would teach me and help me. So I got on my bike.

“I’ll catch you if you fall.” My dad said, holding onto the back of the bike.

Then I started to go…and I felt a hard push. “Daddy! Mommy!”

“Don’t worry, we are right behind you!” I heard my mom call behind me.

I heard myself laugh and giggle — until a rock stopped me.

I began to wobble. I waited for my dad to catch me. I waited for his strong arms to bring me to safety. But they didn’t come.

Soon, my frail body met the ground. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. But it wasn’t from the cuts and forming bruises. It was what I saw when I turned around.

No one was there. Nothing. I remember running back to the house.

The door was locked.