After lunch at the mall, we were walking around looking at some clothes from , jewelleries and there was this eating competition. The teenagers standing in a row, stuffing the noddles into their mouth as fast as they can. Some contestants look like they were about throw out.

We did not stay on to finish the competition. As we were walking out of the mall, we spotted a little girl , standing alone in the middle and was crying. I immediatly walked towards her and consoled her. Knew she must be lost. Toldher that we will look for her mummy . And she mentioned grandma. So I carried her and walked toward the competition area to look for some familiar faces that she can recognise. A lady walked towards us cool and calm and shouted at the child " WHERE DID YOU GO, FOREVER RUNNING HERE & THERE" . I was speechless for a while, the little girl was still in tears and so happy to see the grandma . No hugs or words of comfort at all, just hold the little wrist , nagged, nagged , nagged and dragged her away. That lady must be the little girl's step grandma.

Another incident :

A friend of mine went to view a few units of apartments on sale with her hubby together with an agent. At the end of the viewing, they discovered their 2 year old boy missing. They had to return to all the units that they visited, and finally found the kid in one of the units.

My son :

I lost my son at the mall when he was 4 yrs old. I was paying the bill for some groceries and he was standing abt 3 metres away from me watching a cartoon show at a video shop. After I have paid , turn around and found him missing. My first reaction, where is my son ? Forgot about the stuff and I just ran wearing a 4 in high heel looking for him. I ran towards to connecting mall, saw him sitting at the information counter, crying, sobbing, and was surrounded by many adults. I was so delighted and happy to see him, suddenly it is like I am the only one at the mall together with my son. Everyone nearby seem to have disappeared. I just ran towards him, grabbed, hugged , kissed him and carried him away. When I reached home, and think back, I realised I forgot to thank the person who found him. Oops.......

I am sure most of us have at least one or more experience of losing your kid . Do you ?