Where Are You

“Come on Desiree,” called my mom.
“O.k. I’m coming” I answered in a daze.
One hot weekend day about five years ago, when I was six, my mom and I went shopping in K-Mart, in Seaside. We were shopping for groceries, and other items.
We were in the shoe aisle, checking out the shoes, when I heard my mom call me. As always I didn’t listen, and I was still looking longingly at the shoes. I waited awhile to go, still gazing at the shoes, but when I finally turned around to follow my mom, she wasn’t there.
So I went to the next aisle to see if she was there. Guess what; she wasn’t there. I started to get a little scared. This was the first time that I couldn’t find my mom in a store. I looked for my mom in five different aisles before I started crying.
I was still looking for her, wondering slowly up and down the aisles, but this time I was crying. As a little kid I really didn’t care if I made a fool of myself; I just wanted to find my mom.
I was maybe trying to find her for about five to ten minutes, now I was sobbing, like tears are coming down rapidly, down my face was all puffy. A couple of minutes later I was searching for her by the check out desks, still sobbing. Then one cashier stopped me and asked, “What’s wrong sweetie?”
I answered with a sob, “I can’t find my mommy.”
So she asked me, “What’s her name?’’
“Jennifer.” When I told the cashier lady her name, she got on the intercom and announced, “Jennifer, please come to the front desk. Jennifer, please come to the front desk.”
When my mom heard her name called over the intercom, I shockingly saw her curiously come walking toward me. I finally stopped crying when I saw her and gave her a big hug. I learned a big lesson that day; never daze off and look at something that you think is interesting when you’re younger. I will never ever get lost again, but if I do, now I will have a phone to call her to ask where she went.