The little girl who used to live across the road got very little love or attention from her mother. Her mother wouldn't even go down at lunch time and walk her daughter home from kindergarten though she would go at 3pm and pick up her son (18 months older) because he was afraid to walk home alone. The little girl used to walk home alone, though most times she walked along side me and my son who was in the special kindergarten i.e not the same class as the girl. However she would run ahead of me as we reached her street because she was afraid. of getting into trouble for talking to me.
About a year later I was on better terms with her mother (who had recently had a baby) and I used to walk both children home with her permission. Sometimes I would take her children to the park after school. One day I told the little girl I would buy an icypole (popsicle) and then take her to the park. We were waiting for her brother and I heard her tell some girls that her "Mummy was going to buy her an icypole'. One the way to the shop I said "Rachel I am not your mother". She said "I know, nut i can pretend you are". I later learnt that she whad been passing me off as her mother for some time (both to children in her class and their parents). I was deeply touched but saddened as well.
Sweet mercy that's sad. Good on you,
Miss Chicken, for taking her under, uh, your wing, as it were.