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?

but I understand that tears are the most useless thing

be

chair. My mind doesn't stop wandering

must be exhausted after the long flight. Have

and go back to

will add to the guilt in her

the bed, I can't

How can I sleep?

as I close them, Penelope's cute

I fail to protect such a cute

myself as

little. Besides suffering from the illness, she is faced with

where the hell are

clutching the blanket, crying

I want a warm embrace and

so I can only hold on by

don't know how,

day after that, I live my life in

so overwrought, but I can't do anything

...

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

is disappointment again

family. As long as my family talks about