When school ended for the day, I saw anxious mothers meeting the other new children at the gate. I waited and waited, and my fear grew as I watched the other children disappear. Finally, I was the only one left. Too embarrassed to return to school, I walked out into the Shanghai streets. The crowds became thicker. I became hopelessly lost. I did not know my home address. Shanghai in those days was not a safe place. Children were often kidnapped. Darkness fell, and I was hungry and afraid. I stood in front of a brightly lit restaurant. The owner saw me in my new school uniform and asked me to come inside. There, I saw it: the telephone! Our new Shanghai phone number had stuck in my mind. I lifted the phone. When he answered, Father was quite calm. No one had missed me. At home again, Father said to me, 'Next time, take a map with you. I realized then that, without Aunt Baba, I had to look after