Hey friend, you made me remember what happened to me one day when my children were little. Except that the person I lost was my son, not a backpack. It was a terrifying moment; I thought so many negative things. I wanted to kill my husband. He had to take care of only one child, while I was looking after two. Luckily, I always explained the plan of action to them before we left. Back then, you had to run if you were out on the street. So I explained that if they got lost while running, They'll be back. Then I realized the boy wasn't with his dad anymore, and I told him, "You go find him, I'll stay here." After a while, I saw my son coming towards me, sobbing and calling for me. I made the whistle that the family has and he spotted me in the distance. We cried together. I stayed calm. I hugged all my children tightly, like a hen hugs her chicks. This experience taught me that although it may seem silly, it is always important to give guidelines to children before going out, or simply while at home.

It's great that his trip wasn't interrupted. And you, as a father, didn't leave an emotional scar on your son.

Blessings, my friend.