I lost my daughter on a Saturday morning, in an era when shopping malls closed at 12 o'clock.

I'd stopped in a shop to pay a bill, and in the brief moment she was gone.

I looked everywhere, asked people, cried.

I was sure I'd never seen her again.

Then a lady stopped me and asked if I had lost my daughter.

"Does she like rocking chairs?" she asked. Blond curly hair?"

And so I found her right beside the counter where I'd paid my bill. The staff had noticed her, and assumed her parents were shopping close by. As if! Even in those days I would never have done that.