tle, but the sand was too dry and it kept collapsing. I was on the verge of

little plastic bucket, ran to the water fountain, and came back

astle our kindergarten playground had eve

f honor. He was David, and I was his Sarah. He protected me from playground b

going over to the Chens' again? You' re going t

David is so much calmer when Sarah is around. It' s the

ng him the pieces he asked for. He was always building things, creating worlds. It wa

could ever want, but not a lot of direct supervision. My family was middle-class, warm and ever-present. He

r own daughter, a girl with frilly pink ribbons in

nt of his creation. "No. I don'

"What about Sara

with the dead-serious logic of a six-year-

some girl; I was his person. That feeling, of being chos

mpletely naive. My biggest problem was what to wear to school or whether I' d finishe

y walking in his footsteps. I never imagined a future that didn' t have

de me feel so safe was the beginning of a