One day, not so long ago, we took Miss C to Carrefour, a huge supermarket in Singapore. Miss C was with me playing around on a bike. I called her saying we come and find find Mr C and I thought she was right behind me. A second later, when I turned around she’d vanished. I called her, back-tracking to the main aisle, thinking she’d be somewhere near. There was no response. Miss C not usually one to run off, would always come straight back when I called her. But, this time there was silence. [click to continue…]
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