My Daughter, the College Freshman
Language: en
Ever since I got my own phone at age 5, I've been receiving strange messages every day. The sender calls me "Mom." At 3:00 AM today, she messaged again. "Mom, I dreamed of you again. The attic is leaking, and my stepmom told me to soak it up with a rag. But the rag is too small, and I've been wiping all night, but it won't dry. Mom, I'm cold and hungry, and I miss you so much..." I tilted my head, watching the rain pour outside my window, and replied seriously: "Don't be scared, baby. Where are you? Mommy will bring you some yummy food!"