The day we almost lost William Part 2

Here we go again...

This is the first time we almost lost William when he was slightly past 2 yo. 

I can't say my son is fiercely independent, but he's probably more "tin jan" (in Cantonese) which means oblivious to the real dangers in this world.  To him, a bad man comes in pointed ears with maybe a crooked moustache and a big black trench coat, though not necessarily in that combination.  Asked what he'd do if a bad guy catches Mummy, and he says he will "siiiaaaaaa the bad guy (that means, slice the bad guy), then punch him in the stomach, kick him, bla bla bla..." which is funny to hear but not practical nor realistic.

His sister, Victoria, on the other hand is much more down-to-earth.  But her current white belt in taekwondo won't be any help to her as of now.

Due to the sensitivity of the names of people and place involved, I will omit the full names.

Last Sunday - being Father's Day, we spent sometime in a local village near a plantation. When we arrived, William was immediately fascinated with the surrounding nature, the wild flowers (which he insisted that I took pictures of) and a couple of dogs owned by the villagers.  I watched him and told him to be careful when he climbed up some debris and walked around the house we were visiting.

Shortly later,  as we were mingling with the locals in the house, a friend asked,"Where's William?"  I remembered that he was with us before that, but he must have wondered off.  So hubby and I quickly went in search of him.  I checked the drains and the other side of the house, whilst hubby went the opposite direction towards the other village houses.  We called his name and felt very worried.

God's protection

Just then, hubby saw a local man with William, walking towards us.  Hubby knows this man, and he - Mr R - told hubby that he saw William walking passed his house.  Obviously, William with his fair skin doesn't look like any of the villagers.  Despite Mr R not knowing a single word of English, and William not knowing how to communicate in Malay, Mr R managed to find out from William why he was in that area.

Not coincidence

We thanked Mr R for bringing William back.  It is by God's grace that Mr R was at home at that time, as he is normally out.  Mr R's house is also the last and the furthest in that village, and had he been at home and seen William, our son could have gone all the way to the palm oil plantation nearby.

Chasing chickens

We didn't scold William but in the car, we asked him why did he run off without telling us.  He knows very well that it's wrong.  In his innocence, our 5 yo answered, "I saw some chickens and I wanted to sayang them.  They ran off, so I chased them.  They ran further so I continued to run after them."  And that was how he lost track of how far he went, because he was chasing chickens!!!

Scared us, ok.  Maybe I should get a device that beeps me when he's more than 10 metres away... think there's one in the market?  Kidding, ok. 

Praise God he's fine and found.