It was a bustling Saturday afternoon when I lost my son in the mall. He was just seven years old, and our trip was meant to be a simple errand. We had been shopping for his school supplies, laughing over silly jokes and enjoying each other’s company. But in the blink of an eye, he was gone.
I retraced our steps frantically, calling his name, my heart pounding in my chest. The mall, once a place of joy, now felt like a labyrinth of confusion and fear. I approached the security desk, my voice trembling as I reported him missing. The staff immediately sprang into action, broadcasting his description over the intercom and alerting all mall personnel.
