There was this book I wanted to read for a while but never did because it’s about a missing kid and, the only idea, felt upsetting.
Too close to home I suppose.
But I like the author though, her thrillers never disappointed me so when I saw it at the airport I grabbed it hoping for the best. And the best it was!!!
I read it in three days, and it didn’t upset me. It wasn’t a random abduction, which I believe is every parent’s worst nightmare, and it wasn’t that close to home after all.
Oh, did I mention that by “close to home” I meant that time I lost daughter number two, twenty years of my life, four buckets of panick sweat and any human dignity all at once in a fraction of time that wasn’t most likely longer than 15 minutes but felt like hours?
Anyway, back to the book, the more I dived into it, the more I realised that what happened to poor Sive ( the fictional character and mother of the missing kid), was totally different to what happened to me.
First of all, I did not lose my child, she lost me. She, in fact decided to step away from me and, once she couldn’t see me anymore, going straight to the security guard who took her to their station and promptly looked for me after she gave them her mother’s name and a very accurate description. A description, I must say, far more accurate than the one I gave of her but, she was not panicking pretending ( unsuccessfully ) not too in front of her sister. No, she was happily drawing and looking at the guards’ security monitors feeling to be at the cinema. Most likely she had watched me running around the shop shouting her name like I was possessed before pointing out I was her mother.
Secondly, I would have never sent my two and six-year-old daughters ahead on the Tube while rummaging in my purse trying to find my phone to answer and consequently missing the train. Who does that? No woman in the world hears her phone when is in their bag and, normally, they already have it in their hands to take lovely Instagrammable pics.
Third, unlike Sive, I don’t have to fear the moment to tell what had happened to my husband because he will blame me. The travelling husband never would, and he didn’t that time. And no, not out of compassion, he didn’t get the whole ordeal. And still doesn’t!
“But you got her back, and she was never really lost!” He said when I told him,
“ Yes, but for the time I thought she was missing it was beyond comprehension the terror I felt..”I protested.
“ But she was fine, she was never in danger,” he replied still incredulous that I still had goosebumps only at the memory of what had happened, or worst of what could have happened, “she hasn’t even realised she could be in any danger,” he insisted ,”soooo….”
So…. when it comes to a factual husband you just pick your battles and enjoy a double straight whiskey.
Happy week ahead 🥰
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