2º short story

I was in central park, Afraid, i had lost my child, she is 3 years old so small, and i had lose it, i were trying to found she but I can't, ¡I can`t! i were impatient, trying to find she but... she had been stolen by a thief, When I saw the thief with my children... I ran i kicked his face and later, we smiled each other and returned to home.