The Stair Relay for Mrs. Abara
The elevator in Hollis Court broke on a Monday. A sign said it would be fixed in a week. Most people grumbled and climbed the stairs. But Mrs. Abara lived on the sixth floor, and her knees did not like stairs at all.
On Tuesday, Mateo found her sitting on the first landing with a heavy bag of groceries at her feet. She was breathing hard.
"May I carry that up one flight?" asked Mateo. He took the bag to the second floor and knocked on the door of his friend Lena. Lena understood right away. She carried the bag up to the third floor, where a boy named Oskar was waiting. Oskar took it to the fourth. Two more kids took it to the fifth and the sixth.
Mrs. Abara climbed slowly behind her groceries, resting when she needed to. When she finally reached her door, the bag was waiting on the mat. Every egg was whole.
All week, the kids stood on their landings each afternoon like runners in a race, ready to pass the bag along. On Monday, the elevator hummed again. That evening, a tray of warm cookies sat on the first floor with a note: "For the relay team."