The courtyard was bright and sunny. Lucy wandered among the plants, looking at everything.
Near the gate, her abuelita wrestled with three big grocery bags. Lucy's fingers twitched. She knew she must help.
Lucy ran over and offered to carry a bag. It slipped from her grip and rolled into a flowerpot. She frowned.
Then her eyes sparkled. She remembered the basket in the shed. Lucy dashed inside to fetch it.
Lucy filled the basket with groceries and pushed it toward the house. The wheels wobbled and the basket tipped sideways.
She steadied the basket with both hands, then tied it to her bike with a coil of rope.
Lucy pedaled slowly across the courtyard, pulling the basket behind her with the rope.
They reached the back door. Abuelita laughed and pulled Lucy into a hug. Her hands were warm and flour-dusted.
That evening, Lucy and her abuelita sat on the courtyard tiles, shelling peas together.
Lucy's fingers moved quickly, and she hummed a happy tune. The sunset painted the stones gold.
The sunset painted the courtyard in warm gold and orange. Everything felt calm and happy.
Lucy rested her chin on her hands. Tomorrow, they would explore together again.