Suhani Salgia, Class IX E
As Mrs. Goldstone strolled along the Parisian river Seine with shopping bags in one hand and her two-year old daughter Lily holding the other hand, she couldn’t help but be enchanted by the line of tiny coffee shops and the hustle and bustle of the streets.
Mr. Goldstone had chosen to stay at the hotel that afternoon with his parents while his wife took the kids out. It was a warm, sunny day, perfect to explore the city with her older son David and daughter Lily, maybe just a tad bit too crowded.
She sat on a bench basking in the sun as David and Lily ran off to buy two scoops each of gelato at a nearby truck. Two minutes later, David frantically came running towards her. Lily was missing!
Mrs. Goldstone quickly grabbed her bags and held onto David’s hand tightly as she tried to make her way through the crowd, screaming Lily’s name and her eyes screening every inch of space.
One hour later, there was still no sign of Lily and David was beginning to get cranky. Not knowing what to do anymore, Mrs. Goldstone decided to return to the hotel. ‘James would definitely know what to do next,’ she thought to herself as they waited for their Uber.
The five minute ride back seemed to be taking forever. She sprinted across the corridors of the hotel and barged into her room.
‘James, Lily is……’
She didn’t need to finish her sentence. There she was – Lily – tucked into the bed making a mess of her gelato!
