Today I helped a woman kidnap three children.
She walked up to the register, and we laughed together; she was a friendly mother, I thought.
A Code Adam was called. A father cannot find his children. The last to see the woman and three kids in the store was me. The concerned poured over the videos - and it was true, I was the only one to interact with them. But I thought that they were hers! I kept telling myself. They assured me, not your fault, not your fault. God is cruel in some ways.
31 July 2009
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huh?
ReplyDeleteHUH.. I SAID?
ReplyDeleteTHAT IS AWFUL.. IT really isn't your fault.. probably a fighting divorced couple?
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