“She’s actually doing it! Should we run out and stop her?”
Her husband Tom opened a corner of the curtains on the other side of the window and looked out over the front driveway.
His little four years old was struggling down the driveway with her doll suitcase.
He looked at Jean. “What on earth does she have in that suitcase?”
Jean gave a giggle. “She has her favourite doll and a potato!”
“A potato!” Tom looked at Jean and they both laughed.
“What bought this on?” Tom turned his attention back to his daughter to see what would happen when she neared the front gate.
He was not too disturbed at this point in time because they lived in the residential quarter of a college campus. Everything was everyone’s business here and the campus was secure from any potential dangers as a consequence. However little Missy had been instructed not to leave the house unaccompanied and Tom wanted to see if this rule would be obeyed before striding out to retrieve his daughter and bring her back to the full security of the house.
“What brought this on?” Tom repeated the question.
“Well Missy has been out of sorts for some time. She’s been teased by the campus kids and is unhappy with me because I want her to clean her room. She packed her suitcase and told me she was going to leave home.”
“I asked her what the potato was for and she told me it was for her lunch on the way.” Jean giggled again, but kept a watchful eye as Missy reached the front gate.
Missy stood at the front gate and glanced back at the house but did not see her parents peeping out the window. She felt quite alone.
Then with an agonized cry Missy dropped her suitcase. Tears flowed as she bawled at the top of her voice.
Jean was by her child’s side in seconds. She folded the little girl in her arms and rocked her gently. Tom was close behind and reached out to hug them both.
“No one stopped me from going away,” wailed Missy. “No one loves me!”
“Off course we love you Missy,” whispered Jean. “We were watching you from that window through the curtains to see you didn’t come to any harm, and we were right beside you when you started to cry.”
Missy stared at the window. “You were watching me all the time?”
“All the time,” said Tom.
“Why didn’t you stop me from running away?” sniffed Missy.
“Well we want you to stay with us because you want to, not because you have to,” said Jean winking at Tom.
“Do you want to stay with us? We hope you say yes!” Jean wiped the tears away from Missy’s face with a handkerchief as she asked the question.
“I want to stay with you,” whimpered Missy.
Tom picked up the suitcase and Jean picked up Missy.
“We’re glad you decided to stay with us,’ said Tom. It would have been a sad house without you Missy!
“I’m glad too,” lisped Missy. “I really didn’t want to go.
Missy snuggled happily into the warmth of Jean’s embrace. Now she was certain she was loved.
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