“Go, Emma! You can do it!” Grandpa was shouting as soon as the race started. Hundreds of participants had joined in different categories. Emma was one of them.
“Em! You can make it to the finish line!” I yelled as loud as I could. She may not be as fast as the others, but she made me so proud. My heart swelled. What could I say? I was her number one supporter.
I couldn’t help but laughed as Emma tried so hard. Still, she was left behind by a few participants.