Running to the Mailbox Alone

Every morning, Leo raced his grandpa to the mailbox. Grandpa always let Leo win,

laughing like he was out of breath. One morning, the mailbox was empty—but Grandpa

didn’t laugh. That afternoon, Leo found a letter on his bed. “You finally beat

me for real,” it said. “Keep running. I’ll be cheering.” The next morning,

Leo ran to the mailbox alone. He won again. But this time, he smiled.