Mother cooked. Father read. Oldest son set a game up on the bed.
“Can I play?” asked the littlest, hopefullest one.
“Who you playin’ with then.”
“But Si’s gone away.”
Mother stopped cooking and father stopped reading and both rushed in to ask, “Where’s your brother gone?” But nobody knew.
So parents each led a child by the hand while vacationing strangers stared. “Brown eyes. Brown hair. About so high?” They sought him high and low.
A friendly couple were wiping the little boy’s tears. “Your folks’ll soon be here,” they said. “They’ll find you.” And they did.