My baby, she loves to make a mess. It takes me longer than usual to clean myself. Once I am done I rush back down to see what my lil Rose is up to. I have left her alone for a little over forty minutes now.
She is not in her playpen. My heart skips a beat. Where had could she be gone with her one leg hurt.
I look around the room. She has painted the walls and the carpet with Crayola pens. I just stare for a bit, waiting for all of it to register.
I walk around the house, looking for Rose. All the other rooms seem to be fine but Rosalie is nowhere to be found.
"Rosee? Rosalie? Where are you, baby?" I call out her name.
"Daddy is back," I shout.
Ten minutes later, I have practically looked everywhere and she is nowhere to be found!
I try to keep my calm. I am a doctor and used to kee
