can make everything all right...
My son sold his dirtbike today.
I am sad.
It has made loads of people smile.
Whenever we have company, it is in constant use.
I can still hear the giggling of my nephew Bo, as my son gives Bo a ride and does a wheelie across the lawn.
Bo hangs on for dear life but laughs the entire time.
But today, even though I am still irritated that he sold it.
The dirtbike made me happy one last time.
As I walked away, the man he sold it to asked my 17 year old son,
"Is that your sister?"
