I remember one time when I was five years old. I was at the store with my mother and my sister Tiffany. We were shopping for clothes for my sister’s chorus recital the following week. Something a few feet away from me caught my eye and I desperately wanted to see what it was. Come to think of it, I can’t even remember what it was and/or what intrigued me about it so much. I left the area where my mother and my sister were and I walked over to the object I had my eye on, eager to recognize its design. I was disappointed by my findings and turned around to join my family in their shopping adventures. I did my about-face, only to realize my mom and sister had moved and I tried to find them. I called out for my mom. I heard her respond. “I’m over here, Shannen.” I looked and looked, but I couldn’t figure out where her voice was coming from. I was terrified. I started crying because I was lost and I didn’t think I’d ever get found. I just wanted my mom.
Then, a lady working at the store we were shopping at came up to me and asked me if I was lost. I nodded my innocent head and through my tears told her that I couldn’t find my mom. “It’s okay, we’ll find her,” she said to me. I responded, “Okay.”
She took me to the customer service desk and called over the loud speaker, “Rose, come meet your daughter up at the customer service desk.” I waited in hopeful anticipation that my mom would come find me, and she did. Only, I didn’t get the reaction I was expecting. She was angry with me. Here I was, alone and scared in a big store without my mom and she was furious that I wandered off on my own, talking to strangers. But what was I to do when I couldn’t locate her on my own? I was only a little girl.
Then, a lady working at the store we were shopping at came up to me and asked me if I was lost. I nodded my innocent head and through my tears told her that I couldn’t find my mom. “It’s okay, we’ll find her,” she said to me. I responded, “Okay.”
She took me to the customer service desk and called over the loud speaker, “Rose, come meet your daughter up at the customer service desk.” I waited in hopeful anticipation that my mom would come find me, and she did. Only, I didn’t get the reaction I was expecting. She was angry with me. Here I was, alone and scared in a big store without my mom and she was furious that I wandered off on my own, talking to strangers. But what was I to do when I couldn’t locate her on my own? I was only a little girl.
That’s the story/memory that came to my mind after the father had died in Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road.” He left his young son, with no one to look after him. I could only imagine what the boy was thinking. He must have been petrified and unbelievably worried about his own life. He had no one to talk to, no one to calm him when he got scared, no one to help him complete the journey him and his father started together. My story of being lost in a department store doesn’t even compare to his, being stranded and alone without any guidance.
Then a stranger finds him on the road and the boy puts trust in him, not knowing whether or not he’s a good man or a bad man. Nonetheless, the man allows him to say goodbye to his deceased father and takes the boy with him to join him and his family on their journey, to wherever. That’s how the lost get found.
Then a stranger finds him on the road and the boy puts trust in him, not knowing whether or not he’s a good man or a bad man. Nonetheless, the man allows him to say goodbye to his deceased father and takes the boy with him to join him and his family on their journey, to wherever. That’s how the lost get found.
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