‘I Was Kidnapped’ - Part Three
When I woke up in the morning I saw the family was having a mini conference. My mom looked sheepishly at me. "Did you sleep well?” I nodded numbly. Actually I had gone to bed with a racing heart but then had succumbed to sheer fatigue. Then my father spoke. “I will come to school with you. I must speak to the Principal. What kind of security do they have that children can be kidnapped right from outside their gates?" Nooo! My heart cried out. That’s not necessary! Why can’t we let this be? But of course I didn’t say a thing. The principal was a youngish bespectacled guy and he happened to be in the foreground of the school, in front of a 10-feet-high statue of a welcoming Jesus. He was wearing a white cassock and had a few books in hand. My father strode up to him. “Father, I need to speak with you." “Yes?" My father narrated the entire story to him. “How could you let a child get kidnapped right from outside your gates?"