â€œMommy I got sand in my eye!â€ Eight year old little Jimmy Taylor shouted as he ran to his mother, sitting on the bench under the tree, near the sand box he had been playing in as fast as his young legs would take him. Tears streamed down his face and his cheeks were rosy from him crying so hard. Unfortunately while he had been wiping his eyes trying to get the sand out he had only made it worse since his hands were covered in sand. As a result, the sand on his hands had mostly transferred onto his face.<br/><br/>Luckily for him every mother usually comes prepared for just about any situation whenever she brings her kid to the playground. When he was scooped up in his motherâ€™s arms she smiled at him and sat him beside her on the bench. Reaching into her little bag of tricks as she called it Melissa Taylor brought out a tissue and wiped the tears from her sonâ€™s eyes, humming a soft tune. The tune was something familiar to the child, that she knew would calm him down even though he was not comfortable with the tissue touching him, taught to her by her great grandmother whenever she would lay her down to go to sleep as a baby. She doubted Jummy would remember it when he got older but she would be glad to see him enjoy it while he was still young. Worked like a charm every time; soon he calmed down and she was able to clean him up nicely.<br/><br/>â€œThere, all better now, right?â€ She smiled at the boy, who smiled back. It was amazing how one little thing could make a child smile. One minute they were all in tears but if you knew how to cheer them up they became balls of energy just eager to get out and play again most of the time. Jimmy has never been a shy kid and made friends easily in school. When he was still a toddler she has never had any trouble with him either. He was a good kid for the most part, though recently he has become a bit sneaky, she has discovered some missing cookies and she knows Steven doesnâ€™t usually touch them, and she would need to correct it once she actually catches Jimmy in the act next time. She does try her best to be a good mother even if she receives glares here and there from other moms.<br/><br/>â€œAll better! Thanks mom, youâ€™re the best!â€ Little Jimmy replied.<br/><br/>Melissa sent him on his way before she returned to reading her book. Some people might argue that she should be watching her kid but she knew he would be fine. She has brought him to this park many times and everything has been fine each time, aside from a few scrapes and bruises, there really was not much to worry about. Children were meant to play and have fun not be, well, babied all the time, they should enjoy their fun while they can. That was how she looked at it anyway, and if that made her seem like a bad mother then so be it. She wasnâ€™t a bad mother at all. At least she has never thought so anyway, though Jimmy was her first child so everything was mostly trial and error. But if she was not on some warning list she was fine, right? The book she was reading would hopefully teach her how to be a better mother than she was currently.<br/><br/>What seemed to be about a minute passed before all those thoughts of her being a good mother were almost completely shot down in flames. She had grown a bit tired from reading and after looking at the clock on her phone decided it was about time they got home. Steven would be home soon, she would have to make dinner for the family. Gathering her things she called for Jimmy once but received no response. She called again, thinking he might just be too wrapped up in playing, but received the same result even after a third time. Panic began to sink in when she saw he was no longer near the sandbox and she did not see him on the swings either. Unwilling to draw any quick conclusions, maybe he went to use the bathroom quick; but she knew that he would have came to her and told her where he was going since he still doesnâ€™t like to go potty alone.<br/><br/>She ran a hand through her hair slid the strap of her purse on her shoulder, calling his name as she went around the park. Ignoring the glances she was getting, which pretty much said â€˜I knew she was a bad motherâ€™, she searched the places she thought he would be. But no matter where she searched little Jimmy Taylor was nowhere to be found. Her heart was racing, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. Where could he have gone? Surely he could not have wandered far if he found a playmate, right? Kidnapped was the only word that came to her mind, the very word she did not want to think about, whenever she thought about his whereabouts. No matter how much she did not want to believe it, every motherâ€™s worst nightmare was coming to life before her eyes; she knew her son had been kidnapped.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>A few hours later, after an argument with her husband, Melissa decided to head to the police station to report her son missing.