My more sensative side

Lost in the crowd
2007

While holding my mothers hand in the crammed mall, trying to get to one last shop before it was time to go home and get ready for Christmas Eve dinner, a fake Santa runs thru the crowd and separates me and my mother’s hands. Quickly I realize what had happened and eagerly looked around for any sign of my mother, I hear a voice calling my name saying “Rose, Rosalina Where are you!!!” It was my mother calling for me with sadness in her voice and tears in her eye’s looking for me frantically. Being five years old, I didn’t know what to do except for what my mother told me before we entered the mall. My mother told me to immediately find a security guard if we were separated and have him use the intercom and call her to the front desk. As I searched for a security guard, walking thru the always intertwining forest of people, peering up at the tall white, black and tan figures always talking, pushing or shoving their way thru the sea of people trying to get to there destination before the item they came to the mall to buy was purchased by someone else. Finally I spot a security guard sitting on a bench talking to a woman who was crying. I run to the security guard at full speed and tell him who I’m looking for and that I’m lost. The lady beside him taps me on my shoulder, I look up and its my mother smiling at me with tears in her eyes. She picks me up and gives me a loving hug.