I lost my mom while we were shopping today. For what seemed much longer than it actually was, I walked quickly through the racks calling out, “Mama? Mama?” My heart started to beat fast and beads of sweat started trickling down my back.
As I was looking for her, a memory came smashing into my head. I remembered the last time I lost her in a store. I was frantic and all I could see was a bunch of knees and fingertips. When I found her hand, I grabbed it and clung onto it…until I realized it wasn’t my mom’s hand. I dropped that hand like it was flaming and took off screaming.
It’s funny the way memories are triggered.
Oh. I found her. She was in the shoes and a might bit vexed at my “loud” search.