Emma in the Night – By Wendy Walker
I’ve recently started enjoying mystery books – especially missing children mysteries (I know, I’m sick, but they are SO GOOD) and I especially love when they end with a reunification.
This book I picked up from cos.tc.o on a whim and I am so glad I did! It was such a good read, I was eagerly devouring every single page anxious to find out the truth…. but I do have to admit, in the end it left me craving a resolution a little more substantial.
Now, the story where I almost get arrested:
My sister has started a new shift at work, so I am picking up her boys from school until she gets daycare lined up. They are 9 and 4. I’ve picked the 9 year old up a million times, but the 4 year old just started Kindergarten so this is my first time picking him up and it’s a new school who doesn’t know me.
I arrive at the Kindergarten doors and wait while a bunch of kids filter out to their Moms. One teacher is trying to hold them all back to ensure she knows where everyone is going. A little girl is staring at me, and finally asks: Who’s Mom are you? I explain I am M’s Aunt, and she tells me she will go get him.
She brings out a tiny little boy, pushes him into my legs and walks away. I look down to see these little eyes, wide with terror, looking back up at me. This is NOT my M. His name may be M, but he’s not MY M. Just then, the teacher notices and comes rushing over to pull the little boy to her side. “You’re not his Mom.” She says, eyeing me skeptically.
“I know, that little girl just pushed him to me.” I say, but of course the little is gone home now and nowhere to be seen. I explained who I’m looking for, and she directs me to another set of doors all the while glaring through my skin in uncertainty.
I hurry over to the other doors and spot my M, there, pushed up against the wall like he’s supposed to be. His teacher is running through the adults in the line, asking who they are and who they’re looking for. Then she asks the child if that person is who they say they are, and if all is well they send the child off. I anticipate this lessens as the year goes on and the teachers get to know the parents, but as school has just been in session for a month they are still asking a lot of the people who they don’t yet recognize. When she comes to me, I tell her I am M’s aunt and point him out.
She calls him forward and says : “Is this your aunt?”
He looks at me and then looks her right in the eye and says “Nope, I don’t have an Aunt.”
I am lucky I wasn’t arrested.
Thankfully my sister had pre-warned them that his curly haired Aunt with glasses would pick him up, and after asking a second time he finally admitted he knew me and she allowed us to go on our merry way.
And all I could think about on the way home was how, in a matter of 10 minutes, that school thinks I tried to steal two children who didn’t belong to me. And if they had known I was infertile and didn’t have any of my own but wanted them – then I absolutely would be in jail right now (even though – for the record – I didn’t actually try to steal ANYONE and the boy I left with was the one I came for at his Mother’s request!).