[ CW ] Make me cry my eyes out in a single paragraph

She slipped past the crowd and stopped. Started to run again and stopped. The little girl rubbed a tear from her cheek and looked all around. *She said she'd be back. * She was afraid to leave the area to look for her mother. Mommy got so angry when she disobeyed her. *I'll wait. * She thought, looking from face to face for her mother. It was hard at first, the crowd had been so thick, but it was thinning now. Fewer and fewer people were drifting by. She sat down on the bottom shelf of the dog food aisle and waited. *Mommy will come back. She was only joking about hating me. She did n't mean it. * Nobody was coming into this corner of the store anymore. She swallowed her tears, but a oily finger of fear was coiling around her heart. *She was just trying to teach me a lesson. She did n't mean it. * The little girl fought the tears and the fear. Her hands would n't stop shaking. *She loves me. She would n't do this. I promised to be good. She would n't do this. * The little girl climbed to her feet slowly, peeking down the long empty aisles. In the back of the store the lights were going out. The little girl crept down the aisles slowly. *Maybe she's waiting for me near the door. * She walked slowly down the aisle, looking down each of the side aisles, hoping to find her mother frantically looking for her. *She did n't mean it. She's waiting for me. She did n't leave without me. She loves me. * In the distance, she saw an employee sweeping the floor. Another was following behind him with a big machine, waxing the floor. The exit door opened on its own at her approach. She looked back at the store waiting for her mother to come running around a corner. *She has to be here. * She stepped outside and the door closed behind her. She wondered down the sidewalk searching the parking lot for her mother's face or her car, but the lot was almost empty. *I'll be good, mommy. Please come find me. * A short while later, several employees emerged. The last locked the door, tugging on the handle to ensure it was truly locked. She watched them one by one as they crossed the darkened parking lot. The wind whipping their smocks. The little girl waited and watched them go then sat down, sliding down the wall. `` Mommy.''
