I helped an old man find his 6-year-old granddaughter yesterday. The K2 girl broke away from his grasp at the void deck, like she was playing hide and seek with him.
An auntie found her at the bus stop and told the little girl wearing a blue kindergarten uniform that her grandfather was looking for her over at the next block.
I overheard it and volunteered to find the grandfather who was by now panicking and panting from running around the neighbouring blocks looking for her, carrying her school bag and his own things.
When I brought the grandfather back to his grandchild, the little girl got a scolding from me and a second auntie who had taken over from the first auntie (her bus came).
The second auntie said to the grandpa, "Go home and tell her parents. They must discipline her. It is so dangerous for her to run away like that."
"Cannot do that ah," I said to the girl, in a stern voice. "If you get lost then your family will be so worried!"
"Ya, wait got bad men kidnap you how?" said the auntie.
The relieved and thankful grandfather and his grandchild then boarded the bus to go home at another estate.
It takes a village to raise a child. So glad to see the sense of community still alive and well in my neighbourhood.