There he stood, arrogant as ever, in the middle of the restaurant. He greeted her carelessly, then took their daughter's hand in his and walked to another table, far away from her. It was the weekly child visitation. She watched them and thought of the day her daughter was born, they were both happy. In the following years, things got complicated, he travelled a lot because of his endless work commitments and the feelings between them changed, and the love between them faded. The waiter's voice interrupted her thoughts as he asked her what she wanted to eat. She looked at the menu and glanced at her daughter. Suddenly a man stumbled in front of her and dropped his drink on her dress. She jumped up angrily and the waiter directed her to the lavatory where she could wash out the stain. She looked once more at her daughter, who was still laughing happily with her father, and then hurried off to remove the stain.

"Where are they?" she called out to the waiter in horror when she came back and realised that the table was empty and her daughter was not there. "The man and the little daughter, where are they?" she repeated. The waiter handed her a piece of paper and said the man had left this note. She opened it with tears in her eyes and trembling hands as her heart pounded, "She's my daughter too, you know, we are on our way to the airport, do not try to find us." She screamed, cried, and pleaded for help.

Eight years have passed since that day. Eight years she had not obtained a court order in either country that would have allowed her to see her daughter again. Her little girl was lost, forever!