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.

intensity of this earthquake. But no matter what, I must save

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

too dangerous here and we must leave immediately. I endure the

isn’t any further danger. The tremors stop

cowers in Lawrence’s embrace and has not recovered from the shock. Suddenly she realizes that something is amiss and pushes Lawrence away and says angrily to him, “Why didn’t you carry the child

Lawrence says

Whitney to not care about the child but how can Lawrence not care about the

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.

the child from

up in a panic and