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This girl, her cheek was as red as apple, soft sandy hair, and sparkling eyes, biggest grin I’ve ever seen. She stared at the camera with such intensity, such curiosity; you couldn’t help but adore her. What a cute little girl.
Her name was Aisling Symes.
She was missing on 5/10.
The worst nightmare any parents could face. We all had horror moments our children disappeared out of our sight for a few mere minutes, causing us panic. That few minutes usually felt like a century, like a bucket full of water hanging in the mid-air. Suddenly everything around you became a daze. Nothing matters, until your precious little ones returned to your arms.
For days the entire nation dropped everything and talked nothing but this little girl. Could she be our version of Madeline? Where is she? Who took her? What could happen to her? Goodness we wished we had one of those satellite tracking system that appeared in Will Smith’s movie a few years ago..
Even Madeline’s parents, far in UK, heard about it, and send their greatest sympathy.
A 9 year old claimed he saw an Asian woman walking the dog talking to her the day she disappeared. Suddenly every Asian person with a two-year-old toddler was under suspicion.
No, not racist. It was simply how much we cared about this little girl.
A week later, her little lifeless body was found right next-door from where she last seemed, 36 meters down a manhole that had been having problem every time it flooded for the last few years, 1.5 meters below ground. The place had been searched 4 times, but no one could had imagine it could be that deep.
Nearly bawl my eyes out.
Couldn’t believe it. Simply couldn’t.
Someone always has to die to get you to look at the problem. But not this one. Not her. Something this sad could not be happening to such a cute little girl.
For two days straight I couldn’t even bare myself watching the old newspaper, when the entire nation was searching for her, when her cute little photos were everywhere. Perhaps because I am now a mother, I can totally related to what poor Aisling’s mother had been through. I can even feel the pain the guilt she has now. It was like someone pared your soul in half, your life would never be the same again.
Tomorrow will be her funeral.
RIP Aisling.
‘Go now, find the light’
The Disappearance of Aisling Symes can be found here.
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