STOP!!! (Imagine this…)

She got out of work fifteen minutes earlier than usual. Drove her SUV to the unusually clear roads to CA-2 Freeway. Dialed on her Motorola soon as she parked inside the Washington Irving compound. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, or eight failed attempts, still can’t reached the person. Grabbed her purse, locked the car, beep beep, walked by the pathway along the benches, straight to LACER room. “Do not use this door, use the main entrance” said the post. Went around, clicked on the door knob, the door was locked. Where are the LACER people?

There was a lady on the field, “Do you see that two tourist buses on the road?” (Pointing by the side street outside the school fence), “they are going to the Dodger game; they are the LACER people going on a field trip.” Wearing her blue green Hawaiian dress, black and blue blazer, bloody red ballet shoes, and green and gray Ralph sunglasses…(to the Madagascar theme) Dan Dan da na nan dan….Dan dan da na nan dan…Dan dan da na nan…She ran across the Olympic sized field, straight to the buses about to leave. With her arms raised up high…she shouted…”Stop!!!” but he is not there, she walked back to her car more worried and irritated. Taking one last shot, walked towards the main building. A lady came out…”who are you looking for?” she asked her. Her cell phone rang…”Mommy, I’m right by the car, I helped Miss Camille at the office, and I didn’t hear my cell phone ring.”

Yes, that was me, looking for Abraham yesterday, he got a hot scolding afterwards.

At night while watching the finale of Dancing with the Stars, I sat on the sofa, with Abraham beside me. I asked, “How can you let Mommy run across that huge football field?” “Oh, that’s exercise; you need to do it sometime.” “How can you let Mommy make a scene like stopping a bus to look for you?” “Oh, just like a love movie, you know when she ran to stop the guy from leaving?”

My boy! My boy!

(this is a 2-year old picture, but Abraham's naughty smile is still as is)