It was one Wednesday (February 16, 2011) afternoon, I went to the supermarket with my son JC. We used to do it most of the time. I will find someone who will look for my daughter then I will bring JC with me especially during my shopping time. As usual I will have him sit in the push cart then pick up the things that we need to buy. This Wednesday afternoon was not different than those days that we go to the supermarket. I had no idea that something wrong will happen. When we are on the cashier paying the stuffs, JC asked me to lift him out of the cart then he sit at the box near me. After giving the cash to the cashier, I glanced at the box where I knew he is then suddenly I could not find him anywhere. I asked the guard which is just next to me if he saw where did my son go but he is has not give me an answer. I felt my heart pounded, it beat so fast, and even cannot explain my emotions that time. I have never been so worried in my life. All I am thinking about is where did my son go and where could I find him. Different thoughts flashed in my mind that he may have gone out of the supermarket or could have followed a stranger. I knew he cannot get home by himself. He could not even say where he lives and he only knew mommy and daddy not our specific names. I did not care of the things we bought in the store; I left and forget all of the stuffs we buy. All I wanted was to find him.