"I'm Mia," she said, crouching beside him. "You’re one of the small ones, too. We have to stick together, or the wind will carry us off." The Miniature Adventure
Leo’s summer wasn’t measured in miles or massive parties. It was measured in inches and quiet observations:
: Where he sat every morning, watching the dust motes dance in the light. From down there, the world looked monumental.
"Ready for the big world tomorrow?" Mia asked, her elbow bumping his.
It happened in mid-July, the kind of day where the tar on the roads turned to gum. Leo was at the edge of the community garden, trying to rescue a wilted sunflower by bracing it with a popsicle stick. "You're doing it wrong," a voice chirped.