One, two, three!

And done three Olympics?

The three-year-old part of me?

That's because three-year-old Maya can't rest.

It says, three years old, my cousin's track meet.

A parent's love is God to a three-year-old.

It's the three-year-old who can't stop running, Maya.

It's the three-year-old who won't let you sleep.

When a child is three years old, a parent's love is everything.

Tell me more about your cousin's race when you were three years old.

You need to tell the three-year-old that she can rest now.

Maya, for whatever it's worth, I am in awe of the three-year-old that you were.

Well, in this case, I would venture a guess that it was the three-year-old part of you.

It's the three-year-old who pushes everyone away, who tried to tell you that you had to stop.

So, all this time, ever since you were demoted from captain, ever since you started losing, the three-year-old part of you has been desperate for your attention, screaming at you to stop losing, trying like hell to save your life.