Quite a few years ago, my then 3-year-old daughter started having a terrible earache one evening. I called the on-call clinic for advice and was told that I had to get her in for a check-up as soon as possible because she would probably need an antibiotic urgently. She was crying, her temperature had gone over 38. I quickly got her dressed and we were on our way to the emergency clinic. However, as I had urgent work to do the next day, I called her father, my ex-partner, while I was waiting in the waiting room, to see if he could take her to day-care for a few hours in the morning. He immediately offered to come and look for her at the clinic when we had finished the check-up.
The examination confirmed that my daughter needed an antibiotic, so we drove to the pharmacy. Her father was waiting for us there. I took my daughter out of her car seat and handed her over to her father. I went to get the antibiotic prescription. In the meantime, they had already moved the seat into his car. I handed over the medicine, hugged my daughter and thanked my ex-partner for being able to look after her the next day.
I drove home. I know it was just before midnight when my phone rang. It was my grandmother on the other end of the line, quite distracted. "Maja, gosh, it's good that you came. Where are you? Are you okay? Oh, I was so worried." I wasn't quite sure what was going on.
"May, the police have called. I was asleep. I was scared something had happened to you."
I quickly explained that I had to take my daughter for a check-up for an ear infection.
"Why did they call the police?" was not clear to me.
"You need to report to the police station urgently because they have found some personal belongings of yours." She was not told more.
I turned the car around and drove back into the city towards the police station.
I entered with a pounding heart. At the entrance, I explained why I had come. I was directed to a policewoman, who handed me my wallet. Apparently it had fallen out of my pocket when I was handing my daughter over to her father outside the pharmacy.
"The wallet was brought to us by the lady who picked it up outside the pharmacy. She had just finished her work. She works there as a cleaner."
THERE ARE STILL HONEST PEOPLE.
Of course, I had all my documents in my wallet and some money. Everything was still there. I will always be grateful to this unknown lady.
Maja Grošelj, 4. 2. 2025
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