"Come on Emmett, I know you can do it."
"This is the fifth kite I've broken!" My voice portrayed my frustration.
She was next to me in a second, wrapping her arms around me in a reassuring manner.
When she pulled back, her whole face was beaming. Her skin glinted and sparkled in the afternoon sun.
"Come on," she took a hold of my hand and lead me to the bottom of a small, grassy hill.
She opened another bag, taking it out and handing me the string.
As I backed up, the wind caught the kite and it soared.