Being first at the sound of the gun does not necessarily mean being first at the ribbon of victory

You’re first place in my heart. And here’s a second-place ribbon from my third grade shuttle run to prove it. I’ve kept it all these years to remind myself that I’m a winner.

I woan let you go back to that boy–not until you give me one bec doux.” A sweet kiss. Then he reached forward, unlacing the ribbon from my hair.”What are you doing?” I murmured.”Souvenir.” He...