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?

really want to cry, but I understand that tears are the most useless thing

helps, there won't be so many

in the chair. My mind doesn't stop

be exhausted after the long flight. Have

and go back to my

already feels guilty. My misery will add to the

on the bed, I can't keep my eyes

How can I sleep?

them, Penelope's

to protect

questioning myself as

from the illness, she is faced with other

the hell

clutching the blanket,

this time, I want a warm embrace and someone reliable

Frances, so

don't know how,

after that, I live my

Penelope now? I'm so overwrought, but I can't

...

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

again and

a taboo subject in my family. As long as my family talks about her, I break