where's my mommy?
Where is mom? Where is Frank? Where's
Allen?" I have been left behind. THEY did
forget about me. ME!
are we going mom?" I asked as we walk down the
stairs toward the exit on a cold winter day. "To go
take pictures" my mom replies. It took me awhile to
understand. I thought we had just taken photos with
Santa Claus last weekend at Lansdowne mall. Why
would we be going again?
I do not say a word. I want to see Santa Claus, he
always gives me candy and seeing all those
decorations makes me so happy. So walking into the
mall with my family, I start to get all excited
again to see Santa Claus.
walked all day in the store, and yet mom does not
take us to see Santa Claus. I'm beginning to get
tired. I just want to sit down and nap. It is
already late afternoon. I don't want to do anything
anymore. I just want to sleep. Mom finally decides
to leave the store and heads to the cash lady in
the dark brown hair to pay.
sit down at the end of the counter waiting for my
mom to finish. "If I fall asleep, mom will wake me
" and so, I fall asleep while my brothers
play around in front of the store. Not long, which
feels like hours, I wake up. "Why is mommy taking
so long?" I look up. Everything is so bright. "Mom?
Where is mom? Where is Frank? Where's Allen?" I
have been left behind. THEY did forget about me.
I remember mom telling me we are
going to go take photos today. That is why I am
dressed up. That's it! I feel so smart. I remember,
get up, and walk out of the store. I look up and
down searching for mom's pink jacket. Everyone and
everything is so big. I see a stand, "Information
booth." I walk up to it. "Excuse me, where is Santa
Claus?" The man replies, "Where is your mother?"
"Where Santa Claus is." He points me to the
direction, and I continue to walk.
seems like miles before I finally find Santa's
workshop. There is always a long line of children
with their parents, and reindeers eating grass
around there. I look at the line but don't see my
mom anywhere. I'm scared. Where did she go? She
doesn't want me anymore? I walk away, and begin to
cry. Where is my mom?
young man stops me and asks, "Hi, are you lost?
Where is your mother?" Warm water flushed with
emotions run across my cheeks, I reply, "I don't
know. I know where her car is. I'll go outside and
look for her and wait at the car. If she is still
here, her car would still be here!" The young man
looks at me. "What is your mother's name? What is
her phone number?" I don't remember my phone
number. I only know my house number.
use my phone, call home." As I dial, my vision is
blurred by my tears, and as I listen to the dial
tone, I wonder if my mom left me behind and went
home. Was I really such a bad girl? No one picks
up, and soon after 5 rings, the answering machine
young man tells me to sit down, "I'll get the
information desk to page your mother." Page? What
is he talking about? I'm not supposed to talk to
him. He is a stranger. But I'm too scared to move.
I'm tired. I'm tired again. From all the crying.
long, I see my mom, running toward me. With some
lady? Who is this? Mom sees me. She is also in
tears and takes me into her arms and tells me never
to run away again. I cry in her arms, feeling the
warmth of her body against mine. She thanks the
young man, and holds me while we go find my
brothers. "If that ever happens again, stay where
you are, mommy will come and find you."
Good Ol' Days
Dog I Teased
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- Sandy and Thomas Peters