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Losing A Child, For Just A Few Minutes In A Foreign Country, Scared The Life Out Of Me
Finding her was something else…
This little story simply highlights the goodness of the islander people who allowed us to share their home with them.
That my shy, self-effacing daughter is the spirit behind it, is quite amazing.
It was a quiet Sunday morning, punctuated by the chat of locals passing by. We tended not to do much on Sundays except for a trip to the beach maybe, sometimes to church to sit outside and just listen to the locals break into perfect three-part harmony. That was pretty special. Not a musical instrument in sight, yet their harmony, perfect.
Winding down was often the order of the day.
Our daughter had just turned seven.
She had asked several times what it meant when people said they were going finish.
I explained that it meant they were leaving the island.
“Then why don’t they just say that?” she asked.
Short of getting into the semantics to a seven-year-old, I explained about pidgin and how the locals would explain in their language about leaving, using the words…
