We were at the Paris Agricultural Fair where you get to see thousands of livestock animals, farmers and sample fresh farm products which include cheese, wine, foie gras and escargots.
This event is held annually and it is the most popular fair in Paris. It is a rare chance for urban kids, who grow up in weary tiny apartments and overcrowded metro car, to make contacts with farm animals and farming techniques.
We sampled so much food, wine and juices that our tummies hurt. Then we danced to the lively music of Martinique. Audience crowding around the live band, dancing and swaying to the beat of the music. Drunk by the music in broad day light. And of course Mal had to be on his toes with such lively music. He had to be right in front of the crowd, right in front of the stage where the band performed, shaking his bom bom.
Somehow, I get the impression that this island in the eastern Carribean sea is a happy place to live in. The music, the people, a resort island which Singapore never was and perhaps, never will be.
Admist the dancing, the people started distributing juices. Mal wanted to get some so I let him do so. About 1/2 a mintue or so after Mal moved away, the crowd started to move as well. Everyone was swooning towards the drink area and I realised that I had lost sight of Mal.
I shouted at my husband, I pushed at the crowd then shouting at my husband again to stay where he was in case Malcolm was there.
I barged onto the stage, hoping to get a better view. The people on stage asked me why and I just signaled to them Mal’s height, my frantic way of telling them that I AM LOOKING FOR MY CHILD! I was close to grabbing the microphone and shouting into it when I decided to run around some more.
I knew he was somewhere around for we just lost sight of him for a while. But everyone was so tall and huge and my boy was so little and there was no way I could see him.
Maybe someone had taken him
Maybe he panicked when he couldn’t find us and started running away.
My mind was swarmed with crazy thoughts.
I was a wreck, in total distress.
Then I saw my husband’s head again, popping out from the crowd. He caught sight of me and from the distance, I was searching through his face for an answer.
‘You have found him ?’
‘Mal is with you ?’
‘No, you didn’t ?’
And when I finally got nearer and lowered my eyes
I saw my little, yet not so little boy clutching onto daddy’s hand.
He didn’t look half as shakened
And the first thing he said was
‘I COULDN’T GET THE ORANGE JUICE!!!’
I guess he didn’t really think he had lost us
and he insisted on staying on for more music.
Note : I remember how I wish that someone could invent some kind of toddler/kid tracker, maybe something like a GPS where parents can track where their toddlers are so that they will never lose them in busy shopping malls or supermarkets!