My chickens done come home
House on Red Corner · 2008-03-24
I spent the first hour afterwards in complete shock; the second hour, I spent blaming myself and then finally I came to the realization that she is indeed my daughter and I need to prepare myself for more of this sort of stuff.
Have I been too obtuse? I do apologize.
Today, TheBubster was scheduled to go the the dentist for the first time ever. She went, the Dental Assistant counted her teeth and that’s all that we got done. But that is not what shook me. It happened earlier.
After I got her dressed, I went into my bedroom and got dressed. Things got quiet. I ran out into the living room. Not there. I saw that the front door was slightly open.
OMG!
I ran into the hallway and down the stairs, the door to the street was open too!
Now, I’m really freaking out.
I look around, and there she is halfway to the corner, rotting along happy as a little clam. She thinks its all a lark. She sees me running at her, she darts to the left, INTO THE STREET!
Rindge Avenue is somewhat an important throughput in Cambridge. It was late morning, so there was still commute traffic. I jumped and grabbed her. She laughed until she realized that I was not having any fun.
We had a talk about my heart, hurt, sad, bad, scared, do not do that, i love you, please help me, do not do that, heart, hurt, scared.
She said, “Ok” realizing that she had done something wrong. Later in the day, she got quiet again, I rushed out into the hallway calling for her, from within the apartment I heard her answer me, “Where are you, Daddy?”