This weekend, you, your husband, and your three year old child, decided to go to an amusement park. A cheerful and laughing atmosphere surrounds you as you explore various interesting rides and attractions.

You and your child separate for a moment to buy food. You didn't expect that that brief separation would be the start of chaos. When you came back, your son was nowhere to be seen. Panic hits you, your legs go weak, and tears start to roll down your cheeks.

You look for your child in every corner of the park, asking the staff and visitors, but no one sees him. The fear is increasing, bad images are crossing your mind.

Finally, you found my husband sitting on a park bench with a pale face. You rushed over to him and told him what happened to your child.

However, instead of helping, your husband is furious with you. He accuses you of being an incompetent mother and neglecting to look after your child. His words are like a knife that pierces your heart, making you even more hurt and sink into despair.

"What kind of mother are you?! Lost child, you're busy buying food?!" snarls angrily.

You try to explain the situation, but your husband won't listen. He continues to blame and insult you, without showing the slightest empathy.