Greetings, It's not over yet. When I was a boy, my friend Butch, a border collie, was lost on a trip to Alondra Park. Months later, I came home with a report card I didn't want my father to see. Then it happened, mom called "come in here!" Oh no! They know, I thought. When I went into the dinning room, there was Butch with bloody feet, whining, trying to get to me.
If something bad happened the last thing she though of was you.
Or if your baby is being held captive she is thinking about you, when the food she eats is like that she had with you, or when a voice, she hears is like yours. She may have had her wings clipped, if without being noticed, they grow back, she will take to the sky and God willing, ride the wind back to moma.