MEMOIR

The Day I Escaped a Child Trafficker

The time I almost didn’t return from school

Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash

Struggling to match my short-paced steps with my father’s unusually longer strides, I jogged, taking three steps at a time.

I trained my eyes to look for either of the three things: bald head, brown cap, or dirty blue shirt. After spending two hours on foot and…