When I was 8, my Mom lost me in a park.
I don’t remember much,
except that one minute,
I was running and dancing around the water fountain in the park and the next…
she was gone.
I don’t remember how I felt that day…
I don’t remember how I got home.
All I remember is what happened next.
She told me she came back for me. She told me to always wait for her whenever and everything would be fine.
Funny, isn’t it, the way memory works?
The things you can’t quite remember…
and the things you can never forget.
The water fountain never stops dancing.
She lost me again,