The Girl is beautiful, brilliant and fearless, with a penchant for world travel. Majoring in Arabic and Middle Eastern studies, she was compelled to take a solo trip to Morocco last summer for some language and cultural immersion. Although i’m generally supportive of this, i did have some ‘mother worries’ since she was going alone.
About a week into her trip, i get the e-mail:
it started off simply enough… after some general travel logistics information, there was this:
“i met the most amazing man on the train from Casablanca to Marrakesh…”
No matter how hard i tried to read the rest of her message, my brain kept taking me elsewhere.
A humid, Moroccan courtroom, where i’m being silenced by smirking magistrates when offering pleas for the release of my grandchild…
The scene where my daughter and i run through the crowded marketplace, clutching a crying baby as we try to elude machete-wielding thugs.
Or, worst of all… a CNN news studio, where i’m being interviewed by Nancy Grace, sharing gut-wrenching tales of injustice at the hands of cold-hearted bullies.
After her safe return, and quite an adventure, i told her of my concerns. Her response: “Hold out for Anderson Cooper…”