katiesmommy
04-14-2007, 10:54 AM
So, this is a summary of how our night went.
At 1:00 DH and I awoke to the cries of a child calling out for his "mommy" and "daddy." At first we was irritated. DH has to get up at 5:00, who the hell lets their kid scream at the top of their lungs this late? We look out the window and there is a little bare-foot boy in tears searching for his mom and dad. DH throws on a shirt and runs down stairs. The weather is 49 degrees, but with the rain and wet ground it feels much lower. I'm cold; shivering, and so was this child. DH approachs gently, but keep his distance. As nonthreatening as he can be he gives him his name and asks, "Are you lost?"
"Yes."
The boy, still searching, still crying, still wandering, still scared, and still lost, continues to call out for his "mommy" and "daddy." DH asks, "Would it be alright if I help you?"
"Yes."
He approachs slowly and unimposing. He offer out his hand the same way he would offer it to our child. He takes it and they walk up the driveway. We ask him where he lives.
"Hawaii."
This is going to be a long night. I walk out with the phone and we sit the boy on our porch. I give him a blanket and we explain to him that we were going to get a police officer to help us find his "mommy" and "daddy." DH ask him his first and last name, he gives it, but we cannot understand it. A long cultural Hawaiian name. We wait for the police and we ask him how old he was.
"Four."
We ask him how he got outside.
"I was playing with my friends and they went inside."
"Oh, so they were called in and you kinda got left behind?"
"Yes."
My God, this kid has been wandering around for hours. The police arrive and he is not frightened of them. At first we thought he was unafraid because of my explanation, but then one of the military policemen said, "I think I know this kid. Remember that domestic call we got a while back, I think this is the kid." This is not the first time the boy has been around military police. The MA asks if we could stay up for a little while because he would return. DH agrees. About 1:30-ish another MA returns to my door. Things have gone from bad to worse. Dad's out, mom didn't even notice he was missing, stories aren't syncing. We are informed that this whole thing is going to snowball. DH is asked to write up a statement. The kid is safe for now in the custody of a caring neighbor. I don't know what was found, I don't know what is coming, and I don't know if I care to know. I just want that child to be safe.
There's no excuse for this crap. How do you possibly not notice that your 4 year old didn't come home today, that you didn't put him to bed. What kind of person just doesn't notice all that stuff. This is crazy, I just hope that kid is okay.
At 1:00 DH and I awoke to the cries of a child calling out for his "mommy" and "daddy." At first we was irritated. DH has to get up at 5:00, who the hell lets their kid scream at the top of their lungs this late? We look out the window and there is a little bare-foot boy in tears searching for his mom and dad. DH throws on a shirt and runs down stairs. The weather is 49 degrees, but with the rain and wet ground it feels much lower. I'm cold; shivering, and so was this child. DH approachs gently, but keep his distance. As nonthreatening as he can be he gives him his name and asks, "Are you lost?"
"Yes."
The boy, still searching, still crying, still wandering, still scared, and still lost, continues to call out for his "mommy" and "daddy." DH asks, "Would it be alright if I help you?"
"Yes."
He approachs slowly and unimposing. He offer out his hand the same way he would offer it to our child. He takes it and they walk up the driveway. We ask him where he lives.
"Hawaii."
This is going to be a long night. I walk out with the phone and we sit the boy on our porch. I give him a blanket and we explain to him that we were going to get a police officer to help us find his "mommy" and "daddy." DH ask him his first and last name, he gives it, but we cannot understand it. A long cultural Hawaiian name. We wait for the police and we ask him how old he was.
"Four."
We ask him how he got outside.
"I was playing with my friends and they went inside."
"Oh, so they were called in and you kinda got left behind?"
"Yes."
My God, this kid has been wandering around for hours. The police arrive and he is not frightened of them. At first we thought he was unafraid because of my explanation, but then one of the military policemen said, "I think I know this kid. Remember that domestic call we got a while back, I think this is the kid." This is not the first time the boy has been around military police. The MA asks if we could stay up for a little while because he would return. DH agrees. About 1:30-ish another MA returns to my door. Things have gone from bad to worse. Dad's out, mom didn't even notice he was missing, stories aren't syncing. We are informed that this whole thing is going to snowball. DH is asked to write up a statement. The kid is safe for now in the custody of a caring neighbor. I don't know what was found, I don't know what is coming, and I don't know if I care to know. I just want that child to be safe.
There's no excuse for this crap. How do you possibly not notice that your 4 year old didn't come home today, that you didn't put him to bed. What kind of person just doesn't notice all that stuff. This is crazy, I just hope that kid is okay.