The Eraser in My Brain
Language: en
On New Year's Eve, my little sister kept pestering me to play hide-and-seek. I covered my eyes. Right as I counted to thirty, the eraser in my brain moved again. I stood frozen in the middle of the living room for a few seconds. Then, I turned around, went back to the couch, and started watching TV. An hour later, Mom crouched down in front of me. "Sweetie, where did your sister go?" Sister? I blinked at her. "I don't have a sister." Mom's face instantly changed. The family abandoned the holiday dinner. They rushed out into the heavy snow. But they couldn't find my sister…