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Okay, tell me if I'm the one who is crazy here. I got home from work about 5:15 today. At about 5:30, my doorbell rang. When I answered it, a kid walked into my house and waved goodbye to the adult who dropped him off and was already driving away. I said "Who are you?" He said, "Brandon". I see. Apparently, he goes to school with my son. They're 10 years old.
He had talked to my son earlier in the day and asked to come over. My son says he told him he'd have to ask me and call him back. And then he just showed up. I don't know what was really said but, in any case, I have never seen or spoken to his mother. I don't even know his last name. I don't know where he lives.
I asked the kid if his parents were going to pick him up and when. He said he didn't know and he could just walk home. So, a few hours later, I asked him to call his mom to come pick him up. It was dark by then and I wouldn't let him walk home alone. He tried to call his mother but no one answered the phone. I asked him if she had gone somewhere and he said "I doubt it. My mother can't drive and my dad is at work." So, I wonder how they thought he was going to get back home?
Needless to say, I offered to drive him. I asked him to put his shoes on and he said he hadn't worn any. He was able to give me directions. It was definitely not within walking distance, especially not for a 10 year old at night. I pulled up to his house and went to the door to meet his mother. No one was home. I swore right then if the kid had to come back home and spend the night at my house, I was going to call DHR and report her.
He said she must be at the neighbor's house down the street and he would walk down there. There was no way I was going to drop a kid off on a dark street and hope he made it home. So, I got him back in the car and drove down the street to the neighbor's. He went in and called for his mother. She said "What?", obviously irritated. But she did come out onto the porch. I introduced myself. She thanked me for bringing him home, like it had never occured to her that I might. I guess she thought he was going to walk home, too. I told her he had come over without my permission and maybe she should call next time to check with me before she just dropped him off. She didn't get it.
As I drove away, I noticed the kid get on his bike and ride off down the street. The dark street. Oh, well. I didn't take the kid to raise. This woman seems completely unconcerned about her son's well being. I am so amazed by people sometimes. She has never seen me or talked to me. She doesn't know my name, phone number, or address. I could be a crack head or a murderer on parole for all she knows. What if the kid got hurt or had a seizure or something? I wouldn't even know who he was to notify anyone. What if someone on the street pulled over and threw him in their van and she never saw him again?
Why do people have kids who don't really want them and who have no interest in taking care of them?
And the Christians say I'm the one who is unfit to be a parent.
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