A parent’s nightmare—ongoing
It was just about eight years ago when my daughter’s school bus pulled up, then pulled away. No Princess. I stood there and stared, my stomach started to tie in knots. I called the school, who were immediately concerned. They radioed the bus. She wasn’t on it, and hadn’t gotten on. I had a house full of younger, napping children, but I stayed on the cordless phone in front of the house while the office called around to determine what had happened.
Finally, some excruciating minutes later, she walked up. She had decided to see what it was like to walk home from school. I asked, of course, what was it like. Boring. Fine, you’re grounded. Get inside.
I called the school. They had been just at the point of organizing some kind of search. I told the secretary what she had said and she asked, of course, what was it like.
We both breathed deeply.
Right now, a community isn’t breathing so deeply.
Pray for them. Pray that they find Kyron.