The story came out from her point of view that she was just walking along the painted lines of the curb and kept walking straight when we all turned left to go into the parking garage. We didn’t notice her crossing the street. She didn’t notice we weren’t with her, until she reached the other side. At that point, she just stopped, and waited she said. She started to cry and held onto the street pole until a “nice lady” came and asked her what was wrong. She told her she lost me and the lady told her that she would take her to the police station. So, they did. Her husband must have waited outside incase he saw a very scared-looking mother come racing down the street yelling her daughter’s name. When he saw me doing just that, he knew it must be me. I am wondering if they were angels.
“There is hope for me yet,