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.

I must save this child. Being a mother who lost a child,

notice the ceiling lamps crashing down. The child is in danger! I dash over to the pram and lean over the pram while the lamp crashes onto my

I can’t raise my shoulders. It’s too dangerous here and we must leave immediately. I endure the pain in my shoulders and carry the child

severe and there isn’t any further danger. The tremors

and has not recovered from the shock. Suddenly she realizes that something is amiss and pushes Lawrence away and says angrily to him, “Why

are the most important in my heart,” Lawrence says calmly as he looks

isn’t this child Lawrence’s? It is one thing for Whitney to not care about the child but how can Lawrence not care about

to Whitney. How can they bear not to love this adorable baby? I stand there and look affectionately

snatches the

panic and see Whitney’s furious