Oh god they found her thank you god thank you thank you thank you
I'm going to try and make this quick. The police found her sitting in the park and swinging on one of the swings. Apparently she was singing rock-a-bye-baby or something similar and acting as though she hadn't been missing for several hours. When they tried to ask her where the man was that took her she didn't answer. Just laughed. But they brought my baby home and she's okay.
I was...I had looked around the entire neighborhood because it's so small, lapped it twice in fact. And when I circled back to my house again I just...broke. Started to cry like a baby on my front lawn in the dark, curled up into a ball and pleaded to the Lord to bring her back. What I was feeling was something along the lines of my whole world falling apart. My daughter, my little girl, my flesh and blood, had been taken by a stranger for several hours. That that CREEP might have hurt her- hell, we don't know yet if everything is alright because she won't answer any questions about what happened during that time.
When they brought her back she began to cry too, fell into my arms and wailed about how I couldn't come with her now and she wished that we could go as a family, that it wasn't fair.
I know I should be happy that she's back, and I am. I feel exhausted, I need to go curl up on the sofa with her, make her favorite food and watch a movie. But she's acting so odd. After the police left (promising to come back tomorrow and see if she was feeling better enough to talk) she just went up to her room. She left the door open, but still...
I don't know. Maybe I'm just paranoid. She's actually calling for me right now, so I have to go.
Thank you to those of you who posted, I'll try and reply later tonight. It's nice to see people banding together when someone is in trouble, and it touches my heart, I promise.