As I entered a public building, I saw a little girl, about six or seven maybe, sitting on a bench outside the door.  I asked her if she needed help; she said no, her mother told her to sit there and wait for her.  I didn’t talk more because I assumed she had surely been told not to talk to strangers.   There were a lot of grown ups and children at a park nearby. I thought maybe she had walked away from them.

I went on into the building.  Feeling uneasy, I kept an eye on her for a few minutes.  Talked to someone who was acquainted with “goings-on” nearby; she said not to worry.  It was quite common for that kind of thing to happen.

I went about my business.  When I left, the little girl was gone.  I presume with her mother.

Did the mom go to pick up a car then return?  Did mom have her hands full so she did not have a hand to hang on to the child?  Was she taking care of other kids? 

Was the child left by one “guardian” to be picked up by mom?

I can think of no scenario that would satisfy me.  For sure the child inside the door watching out the window would have been safer than waiting outside. 

I might have called safety officers except that I had talked to the person inside who told me I need not worry so I felt it wasn’t my business.  My business or not, what was my responsibility? 

At this point, I think I should have sat inside with her in my sight until she was picked up.  I’m certainly not happy with what I did, or didn’t do! I wish I had sat myself right down beside her and told her some fairy tales. Maybe I should have waited for “mom” then passed myself off as a child welfare worker. Name and address, please, ma’am. 😀

What if? 


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About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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6 Responses to WHAT IF?

  1. Kim Smyth says:

    Definitely food for thought! I pray she was ok!

  2. joyroses13 says:

    Awh! I am with you, I would be second guessing myself too, but don’t do that. You are a sweet, caring lady Oneta,you asked another adult about the safety thing and they said it was fine. Maybe it is normal for parent’s to do that with their children there? But I would be the same as you and tell myself that next time I will sit wth the child until the mom comes. Then I tell myself to not overthink and be so scared of bad things happening. UGH!

    • oneta hayes says:

      I get some comfort from having a partner in my wishy-washy situation. I am so distraught when I hear of someone in need and the passers-by just keep on passing by! Nowadays many are too busy videoing the tragedy to offer help. As you say, UGH!

  3. Archon's Den says:

    What if the child was left by one “guardian” to be picked up by DAD?
    What if impersonating a State Official is a felony?

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