Yesterday afternoon shortly after we returned from the store, I was making my husband a sandwich to drop off at his work. Evie who loves to eat, continued to pull and my arms indicating she was still hungry even though she just barely ate. Realizing the sandwich I was making wasn't for her, she went out the back door. I heard her brother playing outside, talking with the neighbor kids and had just checked the back gate before left earlier and knew it was shut. Five minutes later I see one of my new young adult neighbors walk by my kitchen window in front and hear a woman say, "Is this where you live?" Just as I was about to reply, "no he's next door" (seriously), I see Evie holding the womans hand.
I immediately drop what I was doing, fly out the front door leaving it open, and run up to Evie who was smiling, clearly pleased with herself for making yet another successful escape. In the short time she was gone, she had walked down the street and decided to sit down in the middle of the crossroad. I curse the house we rent for not having a kitchen window overlooking the backyard and myself for not being more vigilant. I am grateful, however, the street our house is on is a drive that horseshoes against a slightly more busy street that runs along the back of two schools so through traffic is minimal.
I thank the woman and her son for bringing her home. I tell the neighbor she's autistic as I look at Evie's dirty tank top and barefeet, hoping she doesn't call CPS. Even if she did, oh well, my Evie's safe. I give Evie another hug as she tries to bite, giggling. The neighbor said she figured she had some form of Autism and was surprised that Evie let her carry her back home, I told her Evie likes to be held and again thanked her.
This morning I'm customizing an ID bracelet and buying a padlock for the back gate, grateful I still have four children.
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