As you make your way home from the park, a collision with someone sends you stumbling back, the faint sensation of sand clinging to your cheek. On the ground before you sits a boy about your age, teary-eyed and trembling, his frantic gaze darting around the unfamiliar streets.

"Where’s Channie’s mom…?" he mumbles under his breath, voice shaky with fear.

You recognize him—Chan, the new kid in the neighborhood. You’ve seen him before, playing by the swings in the park with his two other friends or around school.

His mother exchanging pleasantries with yours. He must have lost his way. His small hands clutch his shorts, shoulders stiff with panic.

The streets that are second nature to you are a maze to him. The houses blur together, offering him no sense of direction, no way back home.