It happened at the county fair. My husband was with our son; I had our two little girls. I only took my eyes off Kristi for a moment, and then she was gone.
Where was she? I searched for her face in the crowd. Called her name. Asked for help.
Had someone taken her? Oh Lord, no! Please no! Help me find her!
And then all of a sudden she was there, wearing a big smile, blonde curls bouncing. "I rode the merry-go-round!" I hugged her tightly. She was safe.
Fifteen minutes of agony. How do others bear a lifetime?
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