Fiction: Secure

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Susan took her two and a half year old baby to preschool, the teacher assured her she’d be fine, there was no reason to worry.

She let go of her baby from her arms to Mrs.Locke’s, wondering if she was doing the right thing, the sudden cry of the baby, unnerved her, she turned around and walked towards the door, praying everything will work out.

Before leaving the yard she went to the door to see, there was her baby quietly sitting on the chair, coloring.

While at home she counted the hours, when  she’d walk back to bring her little one home.

To her surprise her baby was playing with her newly made friends, she felt a tear rolling  down her cheek, her baby wasn’t waiting to pick her up, she was secure with Mrs. Locke!


8 thoughts on “Fiction: Secure

  1. Dear Ranu,

    Thank you for sharing this post. It immediately brought to mind my daughter. She is almost 16.

    When she was a baby, I was a police officer working a night shift. My wife and I decided that we would do whatever it took to *not* put my daughter in daycare.

    So I got off work every morning at 0600, and went home, taking care of my sweet daughter until my wife got off work later that day. Then I slept some before going back into work that night.

    We avoided ever having to hand over my daughter to a daycare center. She stayed at home with us. The memories of those days are precious. I was, then, extremely sleep-deprived, but so very, very rich in terms of being able to care for my daughter.

    All good wishes,


    • Oh yes your story sounds Divine, I would have done that too, but my husband and I worked during the day,
      so we had to rely on baby sitters unfortunately.While your sweet daughter was secure with the care of mom and dad,
      we depended on outside help. Thank you for your comment Robert.

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