See You Next Summer

Aila stood by the bus. Her uncle was at the window.

“Goodbye, Aila,” he said. “Thank you for a lovely week.”

“Goodbye, Uncle. Come back soon.”

“I will. Next summer, I hope.”

The bus made a sound. It was nearly time.

“This was a good week,” Aila said. “The best week.”

“Yes,” her uncle said. “I’ll remember the park. We had fun there.”

“See you next summer,” Aila said.

“See you next summer,” he said. “Be good.”

The bus moved. Aila waved until she could not see the window. Then she walked home, a little sad.