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.

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 this

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

raise my shoulders. It’s too dangerous here and we must leave immediately. I endure the pain in my shoulders and carry the child into my arms and sprint out

there isn’t any further

is amiss and pushes Lawrence away and says angrily to him, “Why didn’t you carry the child

heart,” Lawrence says calmly as he

thing for Whitney to not care about the child

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

the child from my

look up in a panic and see Whitney’s