TITLE: The Most Beautiful Lady in the Store
By Alison Greenberg
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I went grocery shopping with Mom each week at age six while Dad held down the fort with my two brothers at home. I got separated from her one day in frozen foods. What had a moment before been a pleasant mother-daughter outing became a scary moment.
I suddenly felt small and very cold, staring at the towering freezer cases around me. Gone were the familiar frozen vegetables and ice cream sandwiches, replaced by a hollow whiteness of unfamiliarity.
I stood there open-mouthed looking around for my mother when a kind-looking man in a store uniform started talking to me.
I had just wiped a little tear as my lip trembled. Mom was nowhere all the sudden!
"What's wrong little girl?" he asked gently.
"I lost my mommy."
"What's your name?"
"My name is Alison, but my brother calls me Tinch."
"What's your mommy's name,Alison?"
"Can you tell me what she looks like?" He had me stumped with his questions. What did Mom look like? I could remember how she smiled at me and how she smelled when she was all dressed up.
"She's the most beautiful lady in the store,"I told him.
"Ah, she won't be hard for me to find," he said.
Within minutes we were reunited. Mom hugged me tightly telling me how worried she was that she couldn't find me.
"Silly Mommy," I told her. "You were the one who was lost."
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