Humor
Written by: Alice Metz, CITC Teacher/Tutor, Education Resource Center, ESS
This incident happened when my grandson was at the age of three. My daughter and grandson relocated to Alaska from Fort Riley, Kansas during the spring season.
One day during the summer season my husband, daughter, and grandson were at home. My daughter was getting her son ready for an afternoon nap. My husband wanted to talk to my daughter about something. They were discussing an issue for a while and then my husband realized the quietness of their surroundings. Both of them looked at each other and wondered where my grandson went. They both looked in all the rooms of the house and in the backyard. There was no sign of him.
They alerted our neighbors and they formed a search party right away. At the same time, my daughter called 911 and explained what was going on. Our next-door neighbor is a policeman, which he also noticed of the absence of my grandson.
The search party had started looking for my grandson. My daughter had weird thoughts about her son. “What if he had already been hit by a car or someone kidnapped him. If a vehicle had hit him, the search party would by now notify her. If a stranger kidnaps him, I have lost my only son and I will never see him again.”
My husband happened to go to the master bedroom and without any purpose flipped the covers from the bed. Underneath the covers was my grandson innocently sound asleep.
The search party was notified that my daughter’s son was found.
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