Lost

The sun beat down on the green grass speckled with daisies. Rosie loved summer days and today was out walking with her family at Blades Castle grounds. The park on the grounds offered plenty of excitement and Rosie, along with her older sisters Beth and Lucy sprinted to the play area. Rosie went straight to the aerial slide which for a change was free from kids eager to push their way on. Eyes wide with anticipation, Rosie positioned the circular seat under her and then kicked backwards to get the full momentum of the zip wire, the sound of air whooshed past her ears as she zoomed through the air.

After a few goes, Rosie got bored and looked for her sister Lucy. The park was a sea of endless kids running around, chasing each other, screaming and shouting to gain as much attention as they can. Rosie looked everywhere to find her sister. She spotted Beth first (it’s hard to miss her oldest sister who was as a thirteen year old looking too tall to be there). Rosie walked around looking in all directions trying to glimpse Lucy, her heart racing like a race horse. Finally she saw her high on the blue roped climbing frame waving at the top.

Relieved, Rosie went to join her sister, but before she started to climb, she noticed a boy sitting on the ground at the bottom of the climbing frame crying loudly. From the tears rolling down his cheeks which were mingled with dust and snot, Rosie felt sorry for him. Rosie approached the lad with concern.

“What is the matter?” Rosie asked lad. The boy lifted his head, looked at her through tear blurred eyes and blurted aloud “I’ve lost my Mummy!” Rosie sat next to him, put a comforting arm around him and said “Don’t worry! We will find her!” The soft words turned the sobs into sniffs as the boy started to feel more hopeful. “Come on…. Let’s see my Dad. He might be able to help!” Rosie led the lad over to the park bench where her Father sat smiling. “Hi Rosie! Are you enjoying yourself? And who is your new friend?” “I’m not sure what his name is, but he has lost his Mummy” Rosie replied. “I’m Luke”, the boy choked. “OK Luke, what does your mother look like?” Luke shrugged and then described just about every mother in the park. Both Rosie and her father scanned the park but could not see anyone searching for their lost son. Rosie’s face was a picture of worry. Eventually, on a picnic bench on the other side of the park, a mother sat alone. Rosie led Luke across who eventually ran to his mother yelling “Mum, Mum!”

Rosie’s father was about to explain that Luke was found lost and crying, when he noticed the tears in Luke’s mothers eyes. Holding Luke close, the mother whispered “I am sorry I lost you. I Love You”.

Rosie smiled!