In My Desperate Time

Without a thought, I rush towards the child.

The worker at the café sees that I am running inwards and holds onto me, “Miss, what are you doing? The exit is the other side.”

“Release me, there is a child over there!” I say anxiously.

When I see that the child is crying all alone, my heart hurts like it is being cut by a knife.

I really don’t understand how Whitney can be so ruthless to abandon her child and run. Isn’t a mother’s love suppose to be selfless? Why don’t I see this in Whitney?

The worker hesitates and looks at me and then at the crying child but eventually runs outside. In the face of life and death, the human instinct is far too fragile.

I am also scared of death but I cannot possibly leave the child inside.

are rare in Virginia and I do not know the intensity of this earthquake. But no matter what, I must save this child. Being a mother who lost a child, I must not let anything happen to

notice the ceiling lamps crashing down. The child is in danger! I dash over to the pram

here and we must leave immediately. I endure the pain in my shoulders and carry the

is fortunate that the earthquake isn’t that severe and there isn’t any

that something is amiss and pushes Lawrence away and says angrily to him, “Why didn’t

my heart,” Lawrence says calmly as he looks solemnly at

It is one thing for Whitney to not care about

delicate baby and suddenly feel reluctant to hand him over to Whitney. How can they bear not to love this adorable baby? I stand there and look affectionately at the baby. I am thinking that if my child is still around, then how different things can be. My

the child from my

a panic and see Whitney’s