Your child wandered off on his own, it’s really, very scary, losing sight of a young child, isn’t it, and, you’d, learned something from this experience too, hadn’t you??? Translated…
As a housewife, every morning after I’m done with the chores, what we’d loved most doing is heading to the library, because there is a very high chance of me, taking my three-year-old son to the library to read, so, we’d become, very familiar, with how the library is set up.
That day, like usual, I’d gone to the children’s section with my son to read, and, as I made a stop in the book, my son started socializing with the other children, their childish conversations were, very cute; until close to noon, a lot of the kids are ready to head off to lunch with the adults who brought them, because I’d wanted to find a magazine, plus, the magazines are very close to the children’s reading room, I’d asked my son to sit still and read his book at a desk, that I’ll be back, in just a few minutes.
But, as I’d returned after less than two minutes with my magazine, I’d found my son gone! I’d blamed myself for being too careless, at the same time, I’d panickily ran to the counter, and asked the library staff to scan the surveillance to see if they can spot him anywhere, the woman calmed me down, told me, “There’s a police substation not too far from here, you go and report your son missing first, and, we’ll help you look for him, how old is he? What was he wearing?” after I’d answered the librarians’ inquiries, I’d, rushed to the police substation to report my son missing, an officer came back to the library with me.
As I stepped into the library, I saw my son at the counter, I’d let out a sigh of relief, and, after I’d inquired, as I went to the second floor to get the magazine, my son followed me, but, I’d gone up the elevators, and he, by the stairs, that, was how we’d, missed one another, gladly, there was, an older man who took my son to the service counter and asked the staff for assistance.
This thrill I had in the libraries, had finally, ended, well, other than thanking the staff at the library, the police, along with the assistance of that elderly stranger, I’d also reminded myself, that I needed to be, more tentative, to not overlook the smallest of all details in caring for my young son.
So, this, would be one experience you hope would never happen again, but, because your son wanted his mom, and you’d left to pick up a magazine, naturally, the little boy wandered off, in search of you, and this, is still, the carelessness of the adult as caretaker, but gladly, no harm occurred, this time, you got really lucky this time, but, maybe not next time, because you won’t always be so blessed!