"I'm the mom, doesn't that mean I control everything?" I teased. She disagreed. We were laughing and skipping.
We saw the police car. An upset man standing at the back of the car, making a phone call. A police officer standing at the front of the car talking to a little girl.
"Was this the first time it happened?"
"Yes, sir." As she nodded, the pink barrettes in her hair jiggled and sparkled.
The officer nodded at us as we passed. I noticed a black car parked next to his cruiser, with the back door ajar and two smaller children sitting on the seat.
The air conditioning was cold as we entered the store. Katarina explained why block cheese is better than sprinkle cheese. Chips were buy one, get one free. There was a difference of opinion about how much ice cream is enough.
The table by the checkout line that held orchids for the past month had lilies. Every aisle seemed to be adorned with fuzzy bunnies and pastel colored candy proclaiming Spring is here.
I shoved coupons and receipts in my purse, pausing just a moment to consider cleaning it out when we got home.
Walking through the parking lot, I concentrated on balancing the bags I was carrying.
A scream. Terror, anger, confusion. I turned my head to see that a second police car had arrived while we were in the store. It only took a second for me to understand the scream - they were putting them in different cars - the man with the phone was being escorted to the first car, and the three children were being taken to the second one.
Separate cars. I could hear the crying as Katarina and I walked hand in hand across the cracked lot.
"Mom, you are hurting my hand. Hold it, don't squeeze it!"
"Sorry honey. I didn't mean to squeeze so hard. I just wanted to hold onto you tightly, because I love you."
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-Get involved in child abuse awareness and prevention.
April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month.
-Get involved in sexual assault awareness and prevention.
-If you have been the victim of sexual assault and need help, or you want to help a loved one, you can call the National Sexual Assault Hotline at 1-800-656-HOPE.
dude. what a thing to have to see.
ReplyDeleteIt was so awful, and so very sad.
DeleteOof. Heart and stomach clenched all at once.
ReplyDeleteYes. Exactly.
Deletevery sad for those kids
ReplyDeleteHeartbreaking.
DeleteI've been the child being escorted to the second car. It's not something I'd ever want to witness or have anyone else experience.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry you were once that child, Chantel. It isn't something I would wish on anyone.
DeleteOh, the poor little babies. I wish I could hold them all and kiss their noses and tell them they are loved to the moon and back. Which is pretty much what I do to every kid that I ever meet. :)
ReplyDeleteI hope they have someone in their life who is doing this exact thing for them.
DeleteOh Tracie ... heartbreaking! :(
ReplyDeleteI committed to joining a challenge and made it a little harder on myself by committing to writing fiction. I'm still struggling a bit to find my story but this is what God gave me for *A* http://www.bethszimmerman.com/2012/04/01/afraid/ I wasn't even aware that it was Child Abuse Prevention Month. (I stole your ribbon.) I just prayed for words and these were the ones God gave me. Chills!
Allie's Story is amazing. Everyone needs to read it.
DeleteTracie, this was grippingly written and heart-breaking.
ReplyDeleteThank you. It was a heart-breaking moment, and the writing really helped me to process.
DeleteToo sad....
ReplyDeleteyes.
Delete:( So sad. I'm sorry you had to see it - but I would have held my daughter tightly as well. ((hugs))
ReplyDeleteHugs to you. It was a scary and sad thing to see.
DeleteSounds as though your daughter missed the whole thing. Thank God. Children cannot stay innocent long enough. :-(
ReplyDeleteIt flew right over her head, thankfully.
DeleteThat's tough but I am glad that she missed most of it. It does make you want to hold on a little (or lot!) tighter.
ReplyDeleteSo proud of you!
Traci
Child abuse awareness/prevention and sexual asault awareness/prevention should be in our minds right along with teaching our kids to read...longer than a month....but it certainly is a start. I am grateful for you sharing your story. important topic...well written.
ReplyDeleteVery well written. A chilling reminder of what goes on in the world every single day.
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully written. And then the tears. I'm sorry that both of you had to see that. Good and healing thoughts.
ReplyDeleteKate
Crying for those children and for all the abused children that continue to be ignored and live with the abuse daily because no one ever rescues them. Thanks for sharing this.
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