When her mom sees her,
she runs to us, full speed,
wet-faced with tears,
and Malia starts to cry, too.
Her mom puts out a hand for me to come.
I feel her arm on my back
pressing me close.
Malia, what were you thinking!
I told you not to go down there.
Then more hugging, and by now Lola joins us.
Come, she says, and takes
my hand, and we all walk back inside.