How separation feels
In holiday crowds once at Woodfield Mall, I lost track of my 3-year-old daughter. A knife shot through me. It felt like frozen steel. I could not breathe. My heart pounded. Everywhere I looked. Everywhere. She was not there.
Time stood still.
Until … there she was to the side of and slightly behind her older brother. I grabbed her and held her as tightly as I could. I cried. I kissed her again and again.
Time elapsed? Maybe 20 seconds.
Mary Ellen Goodwill
Elgin
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