If you're there, please answer me.

I lost my father when I was very young. I don't remember him very well. It's okay. My mother has been my only friend for as long as I can remember. Two of a kind, two peas in a pod, we were perfect. She met another man, someone who could, one day, be my father. She started acting really strange, disappearing for days at a time, and taking long breaks from work. She would never tell me why when I asked. Then I lost her too. But I believe she's still out there, waiting for help. It's just up to me to save her.