This is to the father at the park who I watched frantically walk from here to there in a panic, holding one scared, crying child while screaming at the top of his lungs for his other, obviously missing child.
All I did was stare at you while I helped my daughter get into her carseat.
"Should we do anything?"
"No"
"Are you sure?"
"We can't"
Thankfully someone did come to your rescue and ask you what was wrong and then they sped off with purpose towards the ranger's office as you continued to scream for the missing child, while the one you were holding grew more scared and cried louder.
At one point we made eye contact.
Then I got into my seat, closed the door and we drove away. We left you there alone and scared.
What kind of person am I? I am still thinking about you and praying that you found your other child and that the child you were holding was comforted.
This is to the father who was scared and alone - I'm sorry.
