KEEP THEM CLOSE // this afternoon I lost my daughter. Not as in the “lost” people say instead of died. No, no, she quite alive and well. But I lost her in a split second as we - her, her brother and I - stepped off an escalator at our local shopping mall. Finn and I went one way, and for some as yet to be determined reason, Clara went another way. It was barely a moment before I realised I didn’t have two little sticky paws in mine. And by the time I turned around to locate her she had disappeared in what felt like hordes of people, bags, legs and chatter. She remained lost for long enough that she was found outside the shopping mall, wandering, presumably hoping to find me in the taxi queue. I don’t know. She was inconsolable, I was inconsolable, Finn was just hanging off me crying her name. And lots and lots of complete strangers gave us all hugs and smiles of reassurance. The missing 4 year old girl had been found unharmed, if a little shaken, and the ladies of customer services couldn’t have looked more relieved. Thank you SO much to the staff and customers of @parkwayparadesg for reuniting me with my little girl ❤️ I think we’ve all eaten enough ice cream now to stop crying. Maybe. Time to invest in some kiddie trackers before my heart gives out though. Any recommendations?