In My Desperate Time

Right after Penelope disappears, Mom calls the police.

Because it is a disappearance of an infant, she doesn't have to wait for 24 hours to report it.

I also look anxiously at Frank, waiting for his reply.

No matter what the news is, it is better than nothing.

Frank shakes his head and sighs, "No news from the police. They said that they would keep tracking the case. If there's any news, they will call us."

No news.

I slump in my chair, dejected and worried sick. My eyes are empty as I look ahead.

Penelope has been missing for almost 24 hours, and we hear nothing of her.

I don't even know if she is taken away by a child trafficker, or someone with some ulterior motive.

Regardless of who it is, Penelope is in danger now.

Or to put it more negatively, I don't know if she's alive.

What should I do?

What in the world should I do?

cry, but I understand that tears are the

be so many troubles

My mind doesn't stop wandering until my mother talks to

sleep. You must be exhausted after the

nod and go

misery will add to the guilt

the bed, I can't keep my

How can I sleep?

I close them, Penelope's cute

I fail to protect

myself as

so little. Besides suffering from the

the hell

clutching the blanket, crying my

want a warm embrace and someone reliable by my

lost Frances, so I

really don't know how,

that, I live my life

I'm so overwrought, but

...

run to the police station every day. All I want is news bout Penelope, even if

is disappointment again and again, leaving

has become a taboo subject in my family. As long as my family talks about