A kind little stranger

When I was 6 years old, I waited a long time for my mom to pick me up from kindergarten. After a while, even the teacher had gone home, leaving just me and my 4-year-old sister there.

I started crying because I thought my mom didn’t want me anymore.

After some time, a young lady nearby offered to give us a ride home. My sister and I followed her on her motorbike. When we reached home, my mom thanked her. She had simply lost track of time while taking care of the house and my other sibling. After that, she scolded us for following a stranger.

Looking back now, I realize how lucky we were that the young lady was kind and trustworthy.

But that experience stayed with me. Until today, I still don’t like waiting. It makes me feel anxious, like I might be forgotten or abandoned again.

I do hope she and I would meet again one day. I’m not even sure for what purpose… I just want to see her again and say thank you.

And maybe let the younger me know that there are still kind people in this world.