So I have just had one of the most horrible experiences ever; comes close to the fear I felt on the two occasions one of my sons wandered off when he was little. An indescribable fear!
My eldest son phoned to tell me my mother was missing at Old Trafford. They had became separated during some march. She wasn't answering her phone. Immediately that panic sets in, along with a total overwhelming feeling of helplessness. I am miles away and have no means of getting there to find her. Then the worry that he will get lost looking for her...
After frantic phone calls and liaising with the security she was found; in the stadium safe and sound.
I'm still trembling at the thought....
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