Lost Child

Over summer, a few years ago, my family and I took a trip to San Francisco. We stopped at our usual destinations; Chinatown, Ghiradelli, and Pier 39, and a few restaurants. But this trip I will forever remember as the scariest twenty minutes of my life. My family and I were walking along the Marina, watching all the street performers and wandering through the street vendors. My sister and I stopped at one street performance. It was a breakdancing group. We really enjoyed the performance, after about five minutes, I put a couple dollars in their designated bucket for money. Then my parents and I continued walking. We kept walking for about ten minutes when we realized that Christina, my younger sister, was not walking with us. At first, I thought she was just lagging behind, so we looked all around us, but she was no where to be found. My parents searched around all the vendors and inside a few stored, thinking that Christina probably saw a toy that she wanted. We looked for an unsuccessful fifteen minutes. I began to cry because I was the last person to see my sister. I was supposed to watch her. I lost my little sister. I felt responsible for just ruining our family's lives. We stopped for a minute to pray to God that we find Christina safe and sound. After our little prayer, we thought about places that she could be, and I thought the best idea was to retrace our steps, and maybe we would see her along the way. I walked back to the last place I saw her, where the breakdancing crew was. I pushed through the crowd nervous for what I might find. There she was standing in the front of the crowd, watching the performers, right where I left her. I asked her "Why didn't you come look for us? Didn't you wonder where we were?" Christina said, "Gab I just followed the rules. I'm supposed to stay where I am because if I went looking for you then we would never find each other." I gave my sister a huge hug and I brought her to mom and dad. They were overjoyed and decided to celebrate with ice cream.