I drive past them every morning on my way to work.
A man walking steadily up the long incline. Ahead of him is a young boy struggling to push the pedals of his bicycle. The boy could be eight or nine years old.
Although the boy is always dressed appropriately for the prevailing weather – a light jacket in summer, a warm one in winter and a raincoat in the rain, the man clearly ‘makes do’.
It struck me that the boy always has a helmet on his head.
I see them almost every time I drive that route, week after week, month after month – except in the school holidays.
I imagine that the man is accompanying the boy to school.
I long to stop and say ‘Hi’; to perhaps offer them a lift in the rain. But I never have.
It is an affluent area. The scene suggests that the man is determined that his efforts will be well worth while; that his young son will, one day, produce the fruits of his dreams.
They touch my heart.