Not only is he the youngest in the class, my (nearly) six year old is also the smallest. That also makes him one of the slowest, even if not actually the slowest. By the time he reached the finish line of the 100 meters race in school, the winners had been declared. And yet, there he is flying over the tape- giving it his best, because he could not do otherwise.
My Son is going to be my Inspiration when I run the marathon on Sunday. I hope I can give it my all, and do so with a smile.
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.