It only took one second.

I looked around frantically. I pushed the cart aside, started screaming her name, and pushed clothes to the side of the racks looking in every nook.

“Sarah! Sarah!”

A women who looked my age knew the look on my face.

“Did you tell the manager?” She asked.

“No, I just saw her a second ago.” I started to pant.

Now we’re both screaming her name and what feels like hours only minutes went by.

“Boo!” I hear her voice sting inside me.

“Sarah! Don’t ever leave mommy’s side. Do you understand?” My body covers hers and she giggles with a panicked look on her face.

The other mom looks relieved and walks away, as the manages comes up to us.

“Everything okay here?” He asks.

“Yes, thank you.” I give the manager a nervous smile as my heart adjusts in its place.

My mind can’t focus on anything else and I decide we should leave and go home.

I held her hand tight, and I was never letting go.