I lost my child and my sanity. For once that happens all bets are off. The beast is out of her cage. The mother bear will rip your heart and lungs from your body if you've messed with my kid. I guess, even after your kid comes back... I was lucky... part of that mother bear stays awake, ever watching, ever protecting.
The moment she was gone I was screaming, screaming to get the crowd searching too. I will look foolish. I will look crazed. If that's what it takes to get my child back, I'm doing it. A lost child needs to be a found as soon as possible, found by safe hands.
For those moments my child was lost, my soul was in such intense pain. I wished I could run in ever direction at once, to shatter my own atoms and become infinite ghosts so as to find him, to bring him home safe and sound.
The child parent bond is a sacred connection, and for that child to become lost is a deep trauma to both, one only healed by reunion. Yet still, scars remain, vigilance remains higher from that point onwards.
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