“I don’t want to fall again and be embarrassed. But you?” I poked his belly. “You’re brave. You’ll get right back up and try again. It would be a shame not to, because even the birds must risk crashing before they can fly. Your father has fallen, too. He just won’t admit it.” “Old Jinny will tell us about that, if we ask her,” Nicu whispered, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Then we shall,” I whispered back.
