Yesterday I got an alert on my phone that two little girls, 6 and 8, were missing in our town and I thought of Lina. Fortunately, they were found.
I thought of Lina again when my husband just described to me his walk in a local park this afternoon. As he sat on a bench, two chatty three year olds…a boy and a girl…approached, greeted him and asked him questions like “Where are you going?” “What’s your name?” etc. He’s a retired second grade teacher who loves kids, so he had fun with them until it was time to pick me up at an appointment. I asked him if their mothers were nearby and he said “Not close enough.” The moms were busy chatting and had no idea what the kids were doing. The kids followed him to the parking lot still asking questions “What’s your wife’s name?.”
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They knew enough not to follow him into the parking lot, but he could have easily lured them to the car and whisked them away. Their mothers were sitting a fair distance away at a table in the shade with their backs to the children.
I told him about Lina. He felt awful and said “It’s a good thing I’m one of the good guys.” Personally, I would have walked the kids back to their mothers from the parking lot and quietly told them how easily I could have abducted their children…which would probably go over like a lead balloon. But he agreed that if it ever happens again that’s what he’ll do. It might save a child’s life.
Where is Lina?