It was dawn; the clouds were gray and it soon started to drizzle. Henry was leaning in his chair to take a nap. The ashtray beside him was filled with cigarette butts.
Angel, in the room, shouted, “Mommy.”
Then, she was awakened from her dreams. She looked around the room with her hollow eyes. It was big and empty. She wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand and searched for her phone. It was placed at the side of the bed, and there was a blanket over her. Did that mean Daddy was back?
Angel picked up her phone and called Mommy again. It was still turned off. She climbed out of bed and walked out of the room. The servant was still at her door. She looked at the time and said, “Young Lady, it’s still early. You can sleep a little longer.”
Angel shook her head and walked toward her mother’s room. The room was filled with the smell of cigarettes. She closed the door, opened the closet, and found a worn-out handbag. Mommy had brought it over from the rented room. She opened the bag and opened a pocket inside. She found some cash; she took a few notes from it. There was a note within the cash.
She remembered the time when they went back to Redwood; Uncle Simon wrote down his number for Mommy. This was where Mommy kept it. She memorized the number and placed the bag where it belonged.
“I’m sorry, Mommy. I’m not stealing money on purpose, but where are you now? Don’t abandon me, okay! I miss you,” she mumbled.
She stowed away the bag and walked out of the room. She looked toward Daddy’s room and asked the servant, “Where’s Daddy?”
“Mr. Moore came back at a late hour yesterday. Maybe he is still sleeping,” the servant replied.
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