Missing child
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Missing Child
When I was a child I use to see those milk cartons and sometimes laugh at the child that
was on the box. Not because they were missing but because they were either funny looking,
missing a tooth, had a lot of freckles, or had big ears. I never really payed close attention to the
fact that they were missing. Their parents concern for them or what was going on inside the
child's head never crossed my mind. Sure, I was taught not to talk to talk to strangers, and not to
wander too far from home. Heck, I couldn't even cross the street without asking permission.
But the whole kidnaping thing never really came into play in my life. I never had to worry
about that. Or so I thought. My mother preached to me the statistics of kidnaping and I just
nodded and agreed so I could go outside and play...