Poor dear Mom. She lost the only granddaughter she had.
The children’s clothing department was a zoo and my daughter Cindy got antsy. So Mom offered to take her for a walk. Along the way they encountered a friend and mom chatted for only a moment.
Ready to resume walking, Mom reached for Cindy’s hand. But she was nowhere to be seen.
We looked up and down every aisle, high and low. Each clothing rack, where little people like to hide, but no Cindy. Panic reigned.
Beyond the entry door was a vast shopping mall. I had visions of my little one abducted. A stranger blending in with shoppers, heading for the nearest exit. Would I ever see my baby girl again?
Where is security when you need them?
I never realized stores had a PA system. Until then.
“We have a lost child. Would the parents please report to the Customer Service Center?”
Cindy knew the toy department was upstairs in the furthermost corner. She was found at the top of the escalator with a teddy bear. Really?
She hadn’t learned to talk yet, to tell us of her intent. I am forever grateful for the person that accessed the situation and took her to Customer Service. In my eyes, that individual is an angel sent from God.