Yesterday my husband took our daughter shopping with him. They went to buy tomato and cucumber plants at this big K-Mart-sized store. Lilia loves that place because they have pets. She loves to look at the dogs and dream about owning one.
While my husband was in line at the register, Lilia rolled off. I’ve had countless chats with her about sticking close to me in public places, but she doesn’t seem to get it. Maybe it’s because for the first few years of her life, someone was always pushing her, or near enough to catch her when she fell. Now she’s reveling in the independence that the wheelchair gives her and, quite frankly, my husband isn’t as vigilant as I am. (Perhaps I am overprotective…) Anyway, he lost her. Lilia became a maigo!
He went looking for her in the pet department – no Lilia. Then he went looking for her in the books department. She wasn’t there either. Finally, he heard his first name being called out on the PA system.
Although she cannot speak and mainly uses sign language, she managed to communicate with a store clerk. She wrote down her father’s name and the clerk paged him. I wasn’t happy that she had been separated from her father, but I was relieved and proud that she found her way back to him.