𝟧:𝟥𝟩 𝖺𝗆 | 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗏.
I was sitting on the chair, sweating and my vision was blurry. I was still down here from hours ago, waiting for an announcement of some sort. I checked the time and realized I had school in less than half an hour. Knowing my mom, she’s not gonna let me stay home even under the circumstances. I glanced over at Amira who was sitting on the floor, hugging her knees and shaking. I wanted to comfort her, but I couldn’t get words out of my own mouth.
My mom was still walking around the house, trying to get a hold of anyone who’s seen Ilyasa. Apparently, the last person who saw him was his teacher at school and nobody can even reach the bus driver. Everything is not going or looking good. I’m starting to worry and my head is hurting me so bad. “You guys have to go to school,” my mom said, her voice cracking. “What?!” we both yelled. “We can’t. Not until we get some sort of okay that he’s fine,” Amira quickly spit out.
“Well, I can’t call your schools’ because if I hang up, there’s a chance I won’t be able to reach them again. And I can’t just let you skip without letting them know,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. My mom cared so much for each and every single one of us so I could see how this type of situation would worry her. “We can’t leave you here by yourself,” I said. She hesitated for a bit, then she gave in. “Try and find some way to reach your teachers,” she said, going back to her conversation with whoever was on the other line.
“Okay, thank you for literally nothing,” I heard her say. She dropped her phone and I heard her collapse on the floor. I ran to her and immediately wrapped my arms around her as she sobbed in my arms. “Where could he be? He’s an 8-year-old, is he that hard to find?” she sobbed. “I know. It’s gonna be okay,” I said. I have no idea if it’s gonna be okay, but I have to keep her calm. I rubbed her back in circles until she calmed down. A million thoughts were running through my head and my vision was once again blurred by my thick tears.
I slowly lifted my mom up and guided her to the couch. I let her lay down and spread a blanket on top of her. In a matter of seconds, she dozed off. I sat on the floor and I started thinking again. My whole body was shaking and my head was throbbing harder than ever. I looked over and realized Amira was still on the floor.
I got up and went by her side. "It's gonna be okay," I said. "Is it?" she said. "Yes," I replied. We both sat on the floor shaking, on the verge of more tears. I went into the kitchen and got Amira some food. I made extra for my mom for when she woke up. I wasn't in the mood to eat. I was hungry but I didn't have an appetite.