Lost

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Lost

I wake up in the middle of the night, sweaty, heart beating out of rhythm. It’s my most recurring nightmare, in which I’m lost and desperate to find my way back to my childhood home. It’s always, always that home. But this time the nightmare has added a new fright level–my kids are lost. Someone’s taken them away and I cannot run fast enough to rescue them.

I drink deeply from my water bottle and check on the kids. They’re asleep, they’re alright. But the apprehension, the unease lingers.

The tears come unannounced. I want to go back to bed, instead I walk all the way back to the zoo where six-year-old me is standing in front of the elephant enclosure, marveling at how a creature so gigantic could have such kind eyes. How would it feel to hug it? The metal chains are digging into her soft pillar-like legs. We need to take her home, Appa, she’s not safe here, I say, reaching for Appa’s hand. His thumb feels unfamiliar and when I look up, a stranger’s face smiles down at me.  I had let go of Appa’s hand and rushed off by myself to see the elephants. My sister was taking too long looking at the other animal riff-raff. But, now I don’t know how to get back.

I try to swim upwards, out of this memory. I feel the same terror my six-year-old self felt. What if I don’t see my parents again? What happens if they catch Co-vid? How will I get to them? It’s a slippery slope of what-ifs.

My brain jogs back again.

It’s an old man with beady eyes in a green Chevy. “Are you lost, sweetheart?” I could be his granddaughter. I am lost, but I taste the creepy undercurrent in the “sweetheart.” We’ve just moved houses and this is the first time I’ve taken the bus from university to the new place. Maybe I missed a turn after I got off. The map says words like “northeast” and “southwest,” so I’m on the sidewalk, turning round and round with arrow on my phone map like I’m on a carousel.

I say no, but he doesn’t go away. “Honey, I just want help.” I pick a random direction and start walking. “I can take you wherever you want to go.” He presses on while driving creepily slow to match my pace. When he starts making kissing sounds, I stop, turn around and threaten to call 911, although my heart is quivering. 

What if this happens to my daughter and I’m not around?  What if she can’t get in touch with me?

Slip, slip, slip, slide…

The tears return.  I’m spent.

Lost.

Out of nowhere, comes a clear vision. My daughter’s confident face–the same one that comes on when I’m explaining a math problem she already knows how to solve. “I got this, Mama.”

And just like that, as I’m slipping, she puts out a safety net to catch me.

I promise myself I’ll put out every safety net I possibly can for her. I’ll always find her like my parents found me at the zoo.

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9 thoughts on “Lost

  1. SueW

    That was a very frightening dream. So many fears and emotions rushing to the surface. It was a nightmare of all your anxieties, the one’s we don’t tend to deal with all in one go.
    Rest easy Hema, ๐Ÿ™‚

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    1. mixedbag Post author

      Thank you, dear Sue! I donโ€™t think too much of these things usually, but nowadays itโ€™s all surfacing. Hope you are doing well xx

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      1. SueW

        Iโ€™m okay Hema, thank you. Hiding at home since the 12th March. I donโ€™t mind as I can always find things to do, but there are days where I feel a little low.
        Hope you four are doing okay too, well apart from bad dreams and concerns! ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. Nancy Lowell

    When my daughter was younger I used to have dreams if losing her, and fighting all manner of things keeping us apart… She was a sweet and compliant kid, and I often worried about that latter quality. One day I voiced my concerns to her and she assured me “Mom, I’m nice, but I’m not stupid.” She’s got this, Mom.

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  3. northie

    Living inside our heads more has consequences. Add into that the current angst and this happens. I’m sorry you got caught up so. The image of the elephant, chained, is one which will linger.

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  4. Jen Mierisch

    I liked how this meandered between real and unreal, asleep and awake, present time and memory. I wonder how many of us on this planet feel similarly adrift right now. I know I do. I thought your use of the word “taste” in the phrase “but I taste the creepy undercurrent” was particularly good.

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  5. Asha

    Oh lord, the nightmares about the terrible things that befall our children is intimately familiar. My husband regularly laughs at me for my nightmares about our children (who are grown, adult men that are both much bigger and stronger than me!). I love the way you transitioned from your nightmares, to your memories, to the fears for your daughter. For me, the transition from your fears to the surety of the safety net felt a little abrupt. There was almost a step missing here — almost as if you’d written your own influence on your daughter’s confidence out of the story.

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    1. mixedbag Post author

      Ah you got me, lol! I struggled so much with this end, Asha. I settled on this because nothing else would fit for some reason. And oh the nightmares! Theyโ€™re so vivid these days.

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  6. Dashy

    That fear is real. I’m an adult and I still fear of losing my mom sometimes and get teary eyed. I know the fear my family has when I’m out late on my own. I’ve had a similar experience of being followed in a car by a man, matching my pace. It was scary.

    This is so beautifully written, I love how you brought the fears together, followed by the assurance to get your strength back. Take care. โค๏ธ

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