Tuesday, July 5, 2005


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The phone rang a few minutes ago.
“Mom?” a tiny voice questioned. “I’m scared.”
“What’re you scared of, sweets?” I asked.
“Uh. None of my brothers are here. I’m afraid to sleep upstairs by myself.”
“Why do’ncha sleep on the floor in Mikhail’s room?”
“It’s dark in there. I need a light and a fan. Besides, he can’t jump out of the crib and grab a knife to stab a robber if one breaks in thru the window.”
“Uh. Drew? How many times in your life has a robber broke into a house that you were sleeping in?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“How about if I pray with you over the phone?”
“How about if you come pick me up?”

His dad isn’t too happy when I do these late night rescues.
And I have to work tomorrow. My new summer hours mean I work form 8 til 4 on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. What am I gonna do with him?

As I cruise the backroads of Langley in the pouring rain, I call Jul.
“Were you guys in bed?” I ask.
“I’m sorry. Is Mandi asleep too?”
“Well, she’s in bed…why?”
“I’m on my way to pick up Drew. He’s afraid. But Max and I have to be at work by 8 tomorrow morning, so I was hoping I could swing by and pick her up tonight. Maybe she could sleep over and then baby sit Drew for me tomorrow.?”
“Just bring him over. He can stay here. Sleep in Mandi’s room. And hang out with us.”

Three things I’m thankful for:
I have a sister
I have a niece
They both love Drew


ramblin'andie said...

i've always had the same fear. Took my 12 year old sister to university with me for two weeks cause I didn't have a roomie and wouldn't sleep alone. Now I have Davey to protect me....

Christine said...

Personal fears should always be respected. Poor little guy.