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 bad 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 sa
