MY FAULT

After I snatch the phone away from my baby doll she starts crying and runs upstairs.

What a jerk am I!

"Are you a jerk or what?!" Penny says.

She tells me how I have been acting so badly with her since morning! I feel guilty. She must be crying, my baby!

"You know she has started liking it here, don't spoil that!" She scolds me.

"I am sorry." I tell her and run upstairs to look for her. Her room is open. She is not in her crib. I open the closet slowly to not startle her and she is not there too!

My heart skips a beat! I look around. She is nowhere. I go inside my room and she is not there. Just when I am about to leave I see her little palm under the bed.

I sigh.

I bend down slowly to look at her. Sure she is there, cried herself to sleep.

I decide to let her be. Let this be her safe place. She needs to have a place where she thinks I can't find her. She will come out when she is ready. I kiss her hand and then go downstairs feeling so bad.