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.

of this earthquake. But no matter what, I

run in that direction. Just as I reach the pram, I notice the ceiling lamps crashing down.

that I can’t raise my shoulders. It’s too dangerous here and we must leave immediately. I

isn’t that severe and there isn’t any further danger. The tremors stop as soon as

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

are the most important in my heart,” Lawrence

child Lawrence’s? It is one thing for Whitney to not care about the child but

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 heart aches intensely

the child from

look up in a panic and see Whitney’s