The time was 3pm, the party was in full swing. There were so many children, faces all lit up and happy. The moms were also there, in beautifully colored summer sun dresses. I do not know all of them and they seemed to look at me in a strange way but I did not care, my little one was having fun.
I picked up a drink, chatted with a couple of friends around. One of them asked me how big Pristine is now. Oh yeah, my little girl has grown up, so smart and beautiful.. wait lemme get her for you…
As I looked around, I could not find her. Suddenly all the music and merry-making stopped to a deafening silence. Everyone was looking around, desperate. My daughter was not in sight. The words ‘missing’ and ‘kidnap’ came to my mind. I felt actual emotional tense envelop my whole being.
Next, I was out climbing green hills. I screamed and screamed her name, my voice only echoed in the open air. There was no reply. Everyone scattered around to find my missing little girl. One moment she was here, now she is gone and I only have myself to blame.
I started crying. First sobbing quietly while looking then letting out a real adult cry. Hours had passed, still no trace of her. Then it started to rain.
The search party have arrived into the middle of the woods. Suddenly, we hear children laughing, playing…and overlooking the cliffs, there was a small gathering. A lovely teacher and some 10 children were having fun, playing and singing.
Pristine turned around and saw my crying face. She reached out her hand saying, “Come over here, mom. We are having fun.”
I cried, cried and cried like I haven’t cried in years. I was extremely happy to find her safe and alive again. I felt the sun’s rays warm my face so wet with tears. My body is still shaking from the primal fear and all the crying I made.
Then my husband woke me up and told me everything is ok. I was screaming and crying at 4 in the morning.