Last night I got a phone call from my dad. I could immediately tell that something was wrong but still, I wasn’t expecting to hear what he would say. He told me that our home had been burglarized—they had taken all of my mom’s jewelry, my pageant crowns, some of our laptops, and my dad’s new car. I was shocked. I still am. More than the material possessions, I wanted to know if our one little witness, my beloved Siamese cat Kiko, was okay. Thank God, he was (although he came out from under my bed looking very wigged out I am told).
As upsetting as this incident has been for our family, there have been some sheer miracles, at least in our eyes. I wasn’t home when this happened so my parents have been handling the situation and they are working closely with the police. Interestingly enough, a police officer’s wife saw my dad’s car get parked yesterday in her neighborhood and she thought it looked suspicious. She told her husband who called in the license plates and sure enough, it was my dad’s car. I couldn’t believe it! So within a day of grand theft auto, our car is back in place.
Another miracle: my pageant crowns. They may seem like silly possessions to some, but within those crowns, there are so many memories and special occasions. Normally I always have ALL of my pageant crowns in my room but this week, for the first time in my life, I have had my pageant crowns at school because I just went to the California International Pageant. I was even planning on bringing them home last weekend but I didn’t because I was too busy with Rush. The thieves took my local crown but I still have my Miss Teen California crown and my first crown that I won as a 13 year old. It’s a miracle in my eyes.
More than the material possessions, I am sickened that people would break into our home and completely pillage it. To know that two grown men were ransacking my bedroom feels completely violating. I feel so bad for my parents who had to see their bed overturned with every drawer and jewelry box opened. I’m sure it was a sight to behold and I’m praying that our home can soon return to normal.
At the end of the day, after an evening of tears, my dad and I were able to share a small laugh. Not about this situation obviously, but it was a laugh about something or other. In this situation, there is still so much to be thankful for—most importantly that my family is doing well. I’m glad that we are all safe (maybe not sound just yet but getting there) and that we can learn from this as a team. You can’t take material possessions with you in the next life but you do leave a legacy with the people you loved. That’s what matters.
The Sunny Girl, Lauren Cook