When Amelia agreed to watch her neighbors’ daughter, Susie, for the weekend, she anticipated a few playful days. But her world turned upside down when she discovered Susie missing the next morning. Desperation set in as she raced against time to uncover the child’s whereabouts.
My world went silent after the screech of tires and the sickening thud. My parents were gone. Just like that, I was a lone sailboat in a sea of grief. Thankfully, my amazing neighborhood became my family after the tragedy.
First, there was Mr. Hernandez, who would sneak plates of his famous pasta onto my doorstep. “For the lovely Amelia!” he’d wink. Then there was Mrs. Higgins, who always had decorating tips. But the closest crayon to my heart belonged to the Davies family—Jennifer, Andrew, and their sunshine-haired daughter, Susie.
Jennifer’s laughter could brighten any day. She was more than a neighbor; she was the sister I never had. We spent evenings gossiping on my porch swing, while Susie was my little hurricane of giggles.
One summer, Susie became obsessed with building the greatest fairy house. “It needs to be magical!” she insisted. After days of collecting materials, our fairy house stood proudly under the oak tree. “The fairies will love it!” she squealed, and that night, as fireflies twinkled, I promised her they would leave a gift.
Fast forward to the day Jennifer knocked on my door. “Hey, Amelia! Can you watch Susie this weekend? It’s last minute.” I immediately agreed. “Of course! She’ll love being with Aunt Amelia.”
Friday evening, Susie and I played in the backyard, laughter filling the air. After dinner, we talked about her new friend at school, Billy, who supposedly could talk to animals. I chuckled, dismissing it as child’s imagination.
The next morning, a nightmare unfolded. I woke up to find Susie missing and a note beside her bed that read, “I’ll be right back.” Panic surged through me. I searched the house, then rushed outside to ask neighbors if they’d seen her—no luck.
I called Jennifer, my heart racing. “What do you mean Susie has disappeared?” she gasped. I quickly dialed 911, and officers arrived to search the area. As my anxiety twisted into a knot, I realized Mike, my dog, was also missing.
I sprinted to the old barn, where Mike loved to hang out. Inside the dim light of the basement, I found them: Mike curled up, and Susie sleeping beside him.
“Susie!” I cried, relief flooding over me. “You scared me half to death!” She rubbed her eyes. “I followed Mike here and left a note. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Tears streamed down my cheeks. “I’m just so glad you’re safe.” I quickly called Jennifer. “Jen, I found her. Susie’s with me now.”
“Oh, thank heavens!” Jennifer’s voice cracked. “Thank you, Amelia. We’ll be back soon.”
Susie’s disappearance turned a terrifying moment into a profound reminder of how much we meant to each other. Sometimes, it takes a scary situation to bring people even closer.
