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I was paying the cashier when I realised my toddler was gone.
My heart stopped. For a few seconds before panic set in. I ran up and down the aisles, calling his name, bumping into people like a crazed woman asking if they'd seen a little boy in a blue jacket. Customers parted before me and my pain.
Then someone tapped me on the shoulder asking if that little man belonged to me. As I held my son, I mouthed 'Thank you!'

I don't normally fall at men's feet, but I could have kissed the ground where that man walked.

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