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

helps, there won't be so many troubles in

the chair. My mind doesn't stop wandering until my mother talks

exhausted after the long flight. Have a

and go

feels guilty. My misery will add to the

bed, I can't keep my eyes

How can I sleep?

as I close them, Penelope's

I fail to protect such

questioning myself as

is so little. Besides suffering from the

where the hell are

clutching the blanket, crying my

time, I want a warm embrace

I have already lost Frances, so I can only hold on by

really don't know how,

that, I live my life

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

...

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

I get is disappointment again

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