The scene is surreal and I’m doing my best to keep my composure. The moment I hear that my daughter was taken by a stranger is when full blown panic seems a most appropriate response…What I want to do is stop this crazy world from spinning, hug my kids, and have a good cry. But that must wait. I climb into the ambulance. The crisis is far from over.
A crowd gathers around us in semi-circle. They stare. Gasps and cries of “¡Dios mío!” emanate from them. I look up and ask if anyone can help?
Then, a nightmare within a nightmare…My husband is lying in a pool of blood convulsing and I’m told that some lady took my daughter? Helplessness and vulnerability are immediate and intimate companions.