My Worst Nightmare

No one can say "I have never had a nightmare" because that would be false. All of us
have had a nightmare, most of us probably more than once. A bad dream can be a dream or
a horrific real memory. It means a terror moment is like a horror movie. But a nightmare is
a nightmare, and it really scares us.

I want to share the ordeal situation which I experienced in Panama, Albrook Mall. It was
the worst nightmare I ever had. It happened, on March 1 this year. I remember the event as
if it had happened yesterday. I was so cheerful, due to, my husband and I had taken my
boy-5-year-old Mario out in a shopping mall. We were going to buy supplies school for
him, and his cousin. Into the mall, I was seeing a hair clip for my niece, and I was also
holding my baby arm.

Meanwhile, my husband was busy paying at the reception for some school supplies.
Suddenly, my baby started fidgeting and insisting that I released him by the arm. Since he
saw a toy he liked, so He wanted to check it out. I decided to release him for a moment.
While I continued seeing the hair clip. In less than 20 seconds I turned to see my son. Mario
was nowhere to be seen! how? In 20 seconds, Mario vanished! and there were many people
within the Mall, I thought "my baby, my baby Where is?". I went where my husband was
with hoping for seeing my son. When my husband saw me, He asked me for the baby and I
Answered him, I don’t know where he is. I thought Mario was with you. After listened it,
the man left the payment line and very worried he left the line to look for the baby.

I couldn't be relaxed. My sweat dripped down my forehead despite it was cool in that
place and my heart was thumping hard at my chest. I was in great distress.

My husband also started to look for my baby at that moment I started thinking about many
bad things like missing and dead children.
 That was horrible and eternal for me. We were desperately looking for the boy, and I
started crying. I don't remember if people were watching us. I just have to find my baby.
Two minutes passed since I lost my baby. when I saw that my husband was holding him by
the hands. So, I said to my baby, "Why did you do that? I worried a lot about you, I thought
I had already lost you, I hugged you and I told you not to do it again!

When I asked my husband where he had found my baby, he told me that Mario was
sitting near a ladder. the boy was sad and lost. We could relax. But my husband was angry
and punished Mario when we arrived home.

Finally, we could relax. But my husband was angry and punished Mario when we
arrived home. I was very joyful to have my son again. That bad situation of two minutes
really was a nightmare for me. Since I love my son deeply. This means that I am afraid of
losing him. So, in this way, I lived this horrible situation that I do not wish for anyone.

By the way, the entire episode-between losing him and getting him back-happened in
just about two minutes through to me it appeared as though it was a whole an
eternity. Those minutes were looong!.

I held their hands all the time. I almost chained them to myself or carried them in my
handbag. I spent three day thinking of all the what-ifs about the situation