NY-For twenty-five years, my stepfather broke his …

and oiled, the chain cleaned, the seat adjusted to my height. Hector said nothing when I climbed on it. He only stood in the doorway with a cup of coffee and watched until I rode down the lane without falling.

He stitched the torn soles of my sandals because my mother could not afford new ones before the school term ended. I remember seeing him late continue reading …