The other day I was home with the girls and suddenly I heard something we all know is ominous: silence. I could hear Anna and Viva playing downstairs, but it was Tessa I worried about. She is taking after her older sister these days, doing highly destructive things and then disarming us with a smile.
Anyway, I suddenly realized she was missing. I called her name several times, and nothing.
Then I started getting nervous. I searched every room in the house. She was nowhere. I went out to the garage, hoping I’d find her there, but to no avail. Finally I went outside, praying I would hear her voice, my mind filled with images of brutal traffic accidents and kidnappings.
And then I remembered: the day before, she and I had been playing hide and seek together. And I had explained to her how the game really works. She wanted to tell me her hiding spots–she wasn’t getting what the game was about. But I told her that the secret to a good game of hide and seek was to hide where nobody knows where you are.
A little relieved, I searched the house, and not very long thereafter, I saw something strange in her bedroom. A pile of blankets that looked a little abnormal: