My name is Emily, and I’m a mother to a bright, curious five-year-old boy named Harry. We live a quiet life with my parents. Last Friday, we decided to take Harry to the carnival that came to town. It was supposed to be a fun day, full of laughter and memories. But that day turned into the worst nightmare of my life. “Mommy, I want to go on the carousel!” Harry’s voice was filled with excitement as soon as we walked through the carnival gates.
My little son vanished at the carnival – We found him the next day, stunned by his truth
