digital story REVISED DRAFT

Love is infinite
Emily Edelenbos
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"Where is Ian?" asked my Mom. "Did he come inside?"

Ian was about 8 years old at the time, and my Mother allowed him to play in the front yard. A few minutes later, after putting a load of laundry in the washer, she came back to see that he was no longer there.

My mother doesn't deal with stress well, so when she realized he was gone, she instantly started panicking. We went outside and called out for him into the summer air.

"Ian! Ian, where are you?"

After a few minutes with no response, I asked a neighbor if he could drive me around the neighborhood to try and spot him. At this time my mother was totally frantic, thinking of the worst possible situations, Amber Alerts and Missing Childs cases zooming through her head.

After searching the surrounding streets high and low, we finally made our way to the neighborhood elementary school, where the older kids go to skateboard.

Alas, there was Ian. He sneaked out of the yard to go hang out with the "cool skateboard kids" after he saw one of them skateboard past our house.

"Oh, you're busted” I proudly proclaimed as I walked up and grabbed his shirt by the collar. I was angry that he caused my mother so much pain. My youngest brother, about five at the time, was confused, frazzled, and upset.

However, we got back and I looked at my mom, and she was happy.

She hugged him tight and cried for about ten minutes. I thought she would never let him go.

Although I didn't understand this at the time because of my young age, I now know that a mother’s love for her child is infinite, even through all the heartaches.