~my worst fear...
so, about a half hour ago, my oldest daughter comes down to tell me that one of her little friends is missing. and this kid is younger than my daughter. she is an 8 yr old from 2 streets over. so we jump into the car and rush to the girls house to help look for her. half the neighborhood is looking for her!! thank god it turned out that she was at her grandmoms around the corner and it was a miscommunication. my heart is still racing. that is every parents biggest fear. my daughter wonders why i am so overprotective. alot of her friends are allowed to roam the development, even after it is dark. on our way back, we saw another little friend of hers riding her bike down the dark street! i pulled over to the side of the road, and she came right up to my car. this kid didnt know me or my car. have they no fear?? i asked her where she was going and if her mom knew she was out. she said, i only live over there, pointing about 4-5 houses away. hell, at dusk... autumn is in this house. and i know where she is at all times, communicating w/ the other moms. and when a friend wants to come into our home, i make them call their parents from here. what is wrong with people?
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) in the kitchen cooking, and called out for him. No answer. I walked through the house, calling him....still no answer. Went outside...called....called.....nothing. I looked everywhere I could think of, and the last place I'd seen him, he'd been in his room playing with some toys. The toys were where he'd left them, but I couldn't find him!! In a panic, I called up to the neighbors, and they hadn't seen him either. Took the dog, and walked a little ways down the road, hoping the dog could find him. (We live way out in the boonies) Finally, I went back to the house, and began blowing my car's horn, because I knew e3ck was out back behind our house at the edge of our property, deer hunting. I knew he'd hear the horn, and come home. In the meantime, I was nearly hysterical, imagining some stranger stopping and snatching him from our yard. It would have been fairly easy to do, since we're pretty isolated out here. I was crying, trying to wait for e3ck to get back to the house before calling the police. I took one last look in his room, looked in the closet, under the bed....and finally yanked the covers from his bed in desperation. There he was, curled up under the blankets, sound asleep!! It hadn't even looked like he was IN the bed, he was curled up so tight and small.
Originally Posted by MarieLaveau
Samantha Lynn 
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