I remember sitting on the loveseat couch in my parent’s house, waiting anxiously for them to come home. My head lolling as I patiently watched the china clock above the fireplace. I sighed; they were supposed to be back an hour ago for my 11th birthday dinner. They said they would be home at 5. It was currently 5:33 and I was beginning to worry. I was listening to the clock go tick after tick as I fiddled with the cold chain holding the sterling ring with my left hand. It was the first present I had gotten today and I loved it the most.
The minutes dragged on unti the clock showed 6:00 PM. I stood up to go wait by the door when the phone rang. I almost sprinted over to it hoping to hear the familiar voice of my mom or dad on the other end.
When I picked it up, an urgent voice shot out from the other end, "Is this Rosabel Lees? I'm Darren from the GBS, the Guard of Border Security. I am supposed to inform you that....that your parents have disappeared. They were doing some law work at the border when they um, they just kind of disappeared. I promise you we have people on it and I am sure everything will be alright. If you have any questions, please call 1-830-425-1987 or come down to the station. Thanks, and I am very sorry," and with that, the line went dead. I couldn't believe it. My ears were ringing with the sound of his voice saying disappeared replayed over and over. My throat tightened and my hands balled into fists. Unsure of what to do, I slid down the wall, curled in to a tight ball, and started to cry.
