When I was 15 my dad and stepmom had a baby. She was born in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, 1257 kms from where I lived with my mom and brother in Victoria, B.C. ”You have a sister,” my dad said, calling me minutes after from the hospital. ”Her name is Abby.” I was ecstatic.
Determined not to let geography prevent me from creating a bond with this new human, I saved up a couple paycheques from my mall job at New York Fries and, two months later, bought a plane ticket to Saskatoon.
