MELISSA QUIZON
"Mommy. Mommy."
"Hmm?" I moaned.
Reid waking me up early in the morning. I buried my face on the pillow.
"Mommy, Daddy's not in his room." Reid said as he keeps waking me up.
"Maybe he get to work, Baby." I murmured.
"He’s clothes wasn’t in the closet either."
It was as if cold water had been poured on me. I got up and ran to where Wright's room was. I violently opened its door.
I opened his cabinet one by one. There was not a single garment in it. My knees are weak. I do not know what to think.
"I told you, Mommy. Where did Daddy go?"
"I-I don't know." I'm confused to say. I forced myself to smile at my son. "Maybe your Daddy left a note downstairs."
we went down holding hands. There was a fear in my heart that he might have left us.
The smell of flowers greeted us as we went down. Reid and I stopped when we saw the living room.
There’s a lot of flowers arranged and in each chair there were big and small teddy bears.
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