When I found my friend and asked where my son was, she met my gaze with a calm, reassuring expression and said, “Take a deep breath… he’s fine.” My heart pounded with worry until, moments later, I caught the faint sound of joyful giggles floating in from the backyard. I rushed outside and there, to my immense relief, was my son—safe, happy, and nestled inside a cozy play tent. The tent was adorned with colorful toys, picture books scattered around, and soft fairy lights twinkling above him, casting a gentle glow.