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.

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

Just as 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

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

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

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

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

is one thing for Whitney to not care about the child

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

someone snatches the child

look up in a panic and see Whitney’s furious