On June 1st, I took my daughter back to my mother-in-law's house from her parents' house. I originally wanted to take a sleeper berth, but I didn't buy a sleeper berth ticket, and I couldn't get a sleeper berth ticket when I got on the train.
I got on the bus at around 9pm, luckily by the window. Next to me was an old woman who looked to be in her 60s, with a seven or eight-year-old grandson. She took great care of me along the way and kept talking to me.
Chatting and helping me out.
There were a lot of people on the train, and the old lady was very helpful. She kept reminding me to be careful of bad people and take care of my belongings. The little grandson also played with my daughter from time to time. My daughter is still a dozen years old and is very interested in everything.
From time to time, he would pull the old woman's hair or clothes.
The old lady chatted with me enthusiastically. She asked a lot of questions about the baby, such as how old my daughter was, how much she weighed when she was born, etc. Then she told me when her grandson was born and how much she weighed.
I just treated it as a normal chat. We mothers have a habit. If we meet someone who has children, we usually have a lot of topics to talk about. The old lady also asked me how much milk my daughter drinks every day, what brand she drinks, etc.
Wait. I didn’t care at first and answered truthfully.
Then the old lady asked me what my daughter’s full name was, and later she even asked me when she was born. My daughter’s nickname is Kaixin. Her real name is Zhang Xinyan. She was born on June 18th. I was a little strange at the time, why did I need to ask her full name?
What? Why did you ask for your date of birth? But I didn’t care at the time, so I told her.
I wanted to go to the bathroom in the car, and the old lady asked me to help take care of the child. I was worried, so I went to the toilet on my back. The old lady took me to the bathroom, waited for me outside, and walked back with me.
.People around me say that the old lady is very kind, and I also feel that my life and that of my daughter are pretty good.
When I got off the bus, the old lady got off the bus with me and helped me carry my luggage. We walked to the exit of the station together. The old lady asked me if there would be someone to pick me up with so much luggage. I said no, I took a taxi and it was very easy.
Near.
After walking out of the train station, the old lady suddenly wanted to hug my daughter. Then she said: Thank you for helping me hold my granddaughter. I was very strange at the time and thought I had heard wrong. When we were about to get to the station, I was right
The old woman said she wanted to hold the baby by herself.
The seven or eight-year-old boy next to the old woman suddenly said loudly: Auntie, what are you talking about? You are a bad guy, why are you holding my sister and not letting go?
I was confused at the time. Then many people looked over and looked at me suspiciously. Then a woman ran over and called my daughter’s name. She also said: I’m so happy, I miss my mother so much. She was very polite.
She asked me to return my daughter to her. Then suddenly many people appeared around me, pointing fingers, saying that I wanted to abduct someone else's child, and then kindly reminded the woman who just came to watch the child.
When I saw this, I wanted to take a taxi quickly and ignore them. But the pointing people blocked my way, and then the woman who came after me came up to grab my daughter.
Many passers-by saw it and thought it was really the woman's daughter, and did not say anything.
Only then did I realize the seriousness of the problem. I said anxiously: Why is it your daughter? She is obviously my daughter!
Then, the little grandson next to the old woman said to me: Auntie, please give my sister to mother quickly, we are going home.
Seeing that the old woman and that woman were about to snatch my daughter away, I shouted: Are you just robbing the child so blatantly?
People passing by just took a look, and then heard the people who were pointing around us saying: This woman holding the child has a mental problem. She would not let go of other people's children, and even said that others were snatching her children. There were many.
After hearing this, the passers-by shook their heads and left. I was really scared at the time. I started trembling. I hugged my daughter desperately. My daughter may have sensed my nervousness and started crying.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a man standing behind the woman who snatched the child from me suddenly stepped forward and slapped me in the face. He also called me a bitch, saying that I couldn't give birth to a child myself and still snatched someone else's child. Right there.
The moment I was stunned, the child was snatched away by the woman.
I cried and chased the woman who snatched my daughter. Suddenly, the man turned around and kicked me, then led the woman holding the child away. I fell to the ground in pain, but my daughter was snatched away.
I endured the pain, got up and chased them. When I got out of the crowd, I saw a young man in white clothes blocking their way.
The young man talked a lot to the old woman and her family. He asked the old woman my daughter’s name, date of birth, and whether she had any birthmarks. I almost opened my mouth and said it, but what I didn’t expect was that the hateful old woman actually talked to my daughter.
The answer was exactly the same. I couldn't help but recall the scene when the old lady chatted with me enthusiastically.
Suddenly, a young man snatched my daughter from the woman's hands. I was overjoyed. But what I didn't expect was that the young man in white short-sleeves hugged my daughter and asked us for money. I gave everything I had on me.
All the money was given to him. The hateful woman and the old woman also threw a few token coins.
But, in the end, the young man actually killed my daughter with a knife - at that moment, I went crazy. I didn't know what I had done. I just wanted to take my daughter back and avenge my daughter.
But I didn't expect despair to come so quickly, and hope to come so quickly.
My daughter survived. It turned out that the knife was a switchblade.
My daughter returned to my arms, and the old woman and others who stole the child also received the punishment they deserved.
I am really grateful to the young man who saved my daughter. Although I still don’t know the young man’s name, he has a really nice smile.
May God bless him! May this good man have a safe life!
Later, when I thought about it, the group of people who robbed children had several characteristics:
First, it numbs our minds. They have a child with them. No one would think that they are human traffickers. Moreover, the child is kept very clean.
Second, they are very enthusiastic and will help you with everything.
Third, after you get on the bus, they trick you and ask you for details about your child.
Fourth, get off the bus and help you pick up your luggage, and then take your luggage to a place in front of the station where there are relatively few people after exiting the station.
Fifth, they have many partners. Later I thought that the people giving advice were probably their accomplices. This would make people who want to help give up the idea of helping, thinking that I really have a mental problem.
I always thought that kidnapping was far away from me, but now that I think about it, if the young man in white had not appeared that day, I don’t know what would have happened to my daughter and I. I get scared every time I think about it.
Many people asked me why I didn't call the police at that time. In fact, I had no chance to take my phone. Their hands kept grabbing the child from me. As soon as I let go, the child might be snatched away by them immediately. I thought about hugging me at that time.