"How were two young girls allowed to abscond from care so much, to the point they used the police as their taxi service?"
About a year or so ago I answered the door and found a boy standing there, looked to be about ten years old.
He said he had lost his friend and didn't know how to get home, and could we give him a lift to a place at the other side of town, about twenty to thirty minutes drive away?
He said it was his Mum's house, but he didn't know the actual address, couldn't give us a phone number, and wasn't sure of his Mum's name. He said he only ever called her Mum, he thought her first name was Karen (name-changed for this) and he didn't know her last name. He didn't understand the word 'surname' when I asked him.
He kept asking if he could come inside until we were ready to drive him to the house, which he said he'd be able to give directions too even though he couldn't tell us the street name or number, because he knew what it looked like.
I couldn't let him in, and I couldn't drive him home. For his own sake, I didn't want to encourage him to go into strangers houses or get into strangers cars.
For our sake, we didn't know what he might say had happened to him if brought him inside out of sight.
It was warm and dry, so we stayed in the garden, and I rang the 101 number.
He knew his own name, said he thought he was eleven, and I gave them a description of him. I told them where he wanted to go, and that he didn't know a great deal of information regarding his Mum's name or address. The police said they would check to see if anyone had reported him missing and it would take about an hour to get someone out to us, maybe a little bit more.
I thought that was too long for a young boy to be with strangers.
While we waited, I chatted to him some more and his story got more bizarre. He told us where he'd been with his friend but was pointing in the wrong direction. He kept talking about a placement, and said he'd got nineteen brothers and sisters, some from his Mum and some from his Dad. He didn't know much about the friend who he had been with, other than the friend's first name and his age, which he said was fourteen. Things just didn't add up and from things he said I worked out he was really in care at a place nowhere near the address he'd been wanting to go to.
This took about ten minutes of chatting, and then the phone rang. The police were ringing back to ask if I still had him with me, and if I did, could I keep him with me and stop him leaving if I tried. They said someone was on the way, and since we were outside I could actually see them. Blue lights coming from three different directions.
Three different cars and one van with dogs in it turned up to collect him.
Even he was surprised and said "are they coming for me?" and I said they had the blue lights on just to make sure he was safe since we were strangers. I'd been doing the "don't talk to strangers, you can't get in a car with strangers, never go into a strangers house because you don't know what they might do" talk to him since he first arrived. He had been replying with "I've had loads of lifts, it's alright" and I felt sick at the thought of him being so trusting.
The little the police told me afterwards was awful. If we'd taken him where he wanted to go, he could have been in serious danger. He is not allowed anywhere near either parent, their partners, or the other children in their families.
If we'd let him in, we would have been at risk. They wanted to check our back garden for the friend, who was known for using the younger boy as a distraction, and thankfully we'd had the good sense to lock the back door and windows, plus we have two very loud dogs, so nothing had happened while we were talking to him.
He was known to the police, who greeted him by name and who he chatted to as though they were old family friends.
He and the older boy had been reported missing from their care home earlier that day, and I have no idea how they got away or where they had been until he knocked on our door hours later. Police said they can't keep them locked in the care home, it's not a prison, and they don't have the resources to watch every child for every minute. They said if someone wants to get away, they do, and usually it's the police who find them and bring them back if they don't go back of their own accord.
I just had the feeling that I was glad he'd knocked on our door instead of our neighbours door. Our neighbour is elderly , his house and garden less secure. He's been targeted by burglars before and two boys, even one as young as this one (police said he was nine, not eleven) could have pushed their way in and done anything.
I still wonder what happened to him afterwards, how he might be now. I hope he's getting help and support but I feel he's going to be taking the wrong path as he grows up. So much was against him already. I can't see him living a good life, although I hope I'm wrong. But he seems to have had such a bad start, and was under the influence of someone talking him further down the wrong path. I can't see him getting past that unless, as in this case with these girls, something terrible happens and the intervention is prison and whatever rehabilitation comes with it.