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Small Bike, Big Dreams

I came outside and found a little girl in a headscarf waiting for me. Her bike was rusty and small, but she steadfastly pedaled behind me as I jogged along the hot Malaysian road.

I came outside my apartment to go for a run and found a little girl waiting for me. Her bike was rusty and small, but she steadfastly pedaled beside me on the the hot Malaysian road. This soon became routine. I spent a year teaching in Malaysia and each day Athirah biked behind me on my daily run. As she cycled, she quizzed me on random words like “goat” and “coconut tree," and my Bahasa skills slowly grew.

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