My heart raced as I stared at my daughter Amber’s vacant bedroom. She had been missing for a week, and each second without her felt like an eternity. Amber, my sweet 13-year-old with freckles and golden hair, had never run away. “I couldn’t believe she would simply disappear without a trace.” I knew something terrible had happened.

One night, I saw a homeless woman carrying Amber’s bag, her unicorn patch unmistakable. “I apologize! Where’d you get that bag?” I begged her. After some hesitation, she returned it, but it was empty. As I sobbed, a small note fell out: “Green House.”I rushed to the dilapidated building, heart pounding. Inside, I found Amber, crying in a dark corner. She had been abducted by a mentally ill woman who believed Amber was her lost daughter. “The woman was not aggressive but severely disturbed,” Amber explained, still shaking.

The police arrived and handled the woman with care. Finally, Amber and I were home, and our terror began to fade. Amber returned to school, her friends welcoming her with open arms. She even took a self-defense class, determined to never feel helpless again.Our bond grew stronger through this ordeal. Together, we had faced the darkest moment and come out resilient and united. in the lower part we have the videos see it