What do you mean WHERE is the computer?
All too quickly we ascertained that the computer had been stolen.
Sometime after I left for work and before D awoke to find a big assed gaping hole where our desktop computer used to sit last Thursday morning, some sniveling, slimy, scum sucking excuse for a human broke through our back door, walked through the kitchen, dining room and into the living room. They (maybe just a he or a she) disconnected monitor, tower, keyboard, mouse and printer and carried them back out of the living room, through the dining room and kitchen, out the back door they'd broken into. Also, to add insult to further injury, the sub-species took a sterling silver necklace. And even more insulting, a bottle of vodka from the freezer and a can of ginger ale from the refrigerator.
“Mom, I’m scared.” I would like to go the whole rest of my life without hearing those three words.Thank you very much. The words, coupled with the tears stopped my heart for just an instant. “Call the police, honey, I’ll be there as soon as I can” was all I could muster. I dropped everything at work and rushed home, that place that used to be a safe place for us. Home. It will be safe again, but in the meantime...I hear the fear in her voice, feel the tears from miles away.
I will abhor their act for as long as I live. I do, however, remain forever grateful that they only took the computer (& the other small items). I remain forever grateful that they didn’t rummage and ransack. I remain forever grateful that my young D loves to sleep behind her closed door, with air conditioner and television going. I remain forever grateful that she didn’t awake any sooner.
One of these days I’ll be able to forget the helplessness I felt at the sound of the trembling dread in her voice. One day, perhaps. Not.
Still, I remain forever grateful that she was safe and was able to make the call.