Lost Sisters

Late in the afternoon, I received a call about my kids that they were dropped off at Wotja village. When I heard what happened to them, I started to cry. The first thing that popped up in my head was to look for the driver. Anger was in me. I did not wait but went to the road side. While I was sitting and looking for the driver, I called my husband telling him about what happened to our kids. He came home right away. When he came home, I was sitting near the road trying to look for the driver. He told me that I would not find him because I did not know who he was yet. The anger came and darken my mind. I was not thinking about what I was doing. My husband then walked me back to our house and told me to call the radio station to make announcements. I called the radio station and asked if they could make announcements to whoever the driver was that dropped off my kids at Wotja village to drive back and get them. It was not the driver who brought them home. It was a different driver. The driver that dropped my kids was lucky. If it were him that brought them back, I would have punched him in the face before giving my kids' taxi fare. I know you how if feels like to have our kids miles distance from us. I never ever let my kids ride in the taxis since then.