The letter you always wanted to write
You found a little girl walking alone in Chichester, West Sussex and you realised something was wrong. You asked her if she had lost her mummy. I think she said yes. She was three and a half.
At a shoe shop near The Cross in South Street, we had gone downstairs to the children’s department, taken a numbered ticket and sat down to wait. It was very busy and, after a while, I told the children we would go to another shop. They both complained because they were watching cartoons on a big screen and did not want to leave.
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