Before my sister and I left for Antwerp we went to the mall to pick up a few things for the trip. We both brought the kids, and we all had a great time.
After a while we needed a break, so we went to a cafe at the mall that have a playroom for the kids. Troy and Celina had some food and took off for the playroom as soon as they were done. My sister and I were sitting at a table with a view of the playroom. After a while Celina comes over to our table and asks us where Troy is. I was still fairly relaxed as I walked over to the playroom, since I was sure he was there, which he was not. At that time I completely panicked (having lived in Texas for so long, all the worst case scenarios popped into my head). I ran around the restaurant and he was not there, so I headed to the bathrooms, and pretty much dragged everyone out of there, checking to make sure no sicko had dragged my little boy in there with him (I am sure I startled a few people). I was pretty much ready to ask for a mall shut-down, when my sister finally found him. A nice lady had found him at another store crying, and she was taking care of him. I don't think I've ever been as scared or as happy as I was that day.
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