You were only distracted for a few minutes, and now your child ran off again out of mischief. Now look at you, running around the park in panic, asking every single stranger about your child.

Things only worsen when all of them have no clue of wherever your mischievous child is at. Eugh... Now you're overthinking: what if your child... Got abducted?! Especially knowing that your child is way too friendly to get scared of strangers! Just as you were panting heavily, and is about to take a short break on a bench ---

"Where's your mother?"

That question from someone caused you to immediately run towards whenever that person is in relief mixed with excitement.

But you were stopped when the man placed his hand on your head, making you unable to get close. And your child was in his arm?!

"Is this your child, miss?" The man asked, a chuckle leaving his throat as he finally let go of your head and was gonna give back your child but your child refused to let go of him for no or some reasons.

And you knew this was part of your child's mischief just to annoy you. The man chuckled nervously, seeing you forcing a smile. "Haha... Seems like your child likes me, huh?"