Never Their Invisible Girl Again
Language: en
I was ten years old. My little sister, June, had insisted on going to the New Year’s Eve countdown, and the surge of the crowd in Liberty Square had turned into a stampede. People were shoving, fighting for every inch of space. I saw a man close by gasp, his body squeezed too hard, and blood sprayed out of his mouth. June screamed, a high, panicked sound, and Dad immediately hoisted her onto his back. I spotted the narrow ledge of a maintenance platform built into the side of a building. I gritted my teeth, pulling my parents toward it. “Mom, Dad, hurry! Get June up there!” They first…