The Day I Stopped Looking for Them

I was born with a terrible sense of direction. Not only do I get lost easily, but I can't tell north from south.

Sasha refused to believe it. She claimed she would cure my "bad habit."

She even dragged Julian, my foster brother, and Ethan, my childhood neighbor, into her "special training."

Once, on a trip, they got off the train early and left me alone at the subway station.

Another time, at the mall, they slipped out of a different exit without saying a word.

They left me wandering like a headless chicken, desperately searching for them.

They called it "helping me find my way."