They Kidnapped My Baby Sister

I was six years old, the year was 1966.  Mom left me alone in a plaza 
with my one year old sister in a perambulator.  
She went inside to do the grocery and asked me to take care 
of her while she picked a few items;  
Along came two teenagers.  Inching closer to the carriage they peeked inside,  
"OOOOH  she's cute, is this your baby sister ?" 
The next comment froze me where I stood,    
"We are going to take her, " one of them said,    
while the other grabbed the handles of the carriage
They shoved me aside and took off.   
I was in shock but I managed to run inside.  Sobbing  I told my mom 
they had stolen my baby sister ;
Mom ran out of the store and chased after them.   
They ran fast but mom ran faster with me lagging behind.   
Suddenly they got scared when they heard her yell and pushed the carriage in the middle of the road.  Mom grabbed it before a car came by,
but slashed her leg on the steel frame while saving my sister from a car. 
All my life I have had an intense fear of losing someone dear
Mom and dad both are both gone now, but the memory of that day 
will live inside of me forever. 
 
This is a true story and it happened to me.  

June 5, 2021 
Contest Name:  A Tender Moment From Childhood 
Sponsor Name: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Legros Kelley Avatar
June 15, 2021 at 11:27 PM
Oh how desperately traumatic, but so thankful to God that your mother was able to get you baby sister back.
Jayasankar Avatar
June 8, 2021 at 10:51 AM
Oh so fearful but luckily you got your sister back... Mystic Rose... Thank God... What a memory of childhood that can never be erased... Best wishes in the contest dear friend... Hugs... ~ Ani
Theraven Avatar
June 6, 2021 at 11:54 AM
Mystic Rose Rose, Wonderful memory to carry with you. Would've frightened me just thinking what my parents would do. Quick poem note: Love that word you used.., perambulator. -Richard
Mcintosh Avatar
June 6, 2021 at 7:09 AM
Wow. Tragic and terrifying. A test of your love and devotion and I'm so sorry that happened to you! So sad. I'm glad she was ok though. God bless you always, Love, Gina
Poet Avatar
June 6, 2021 at 6:50 AM
You wrote tragic prose, rose, so heartfelt, and perfectly penned. The good ending shed some hope that comes true. Best wishes in the contest.
Buhagiar Avatar
June 5, 2021 at 10:52 PM
Not a pleasant incident but all's well that ends well. Hugs.
Seeker Avatar
June 5, 2021 at 8:53 PM
Horror story with a happy end. Traumatic.
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