My brother and I had just gotten off BART. We were waiting for my mom to pick us up at 4:00 pm, just like every day after school. We were standing there just waiting for her green car to appear.
4:15 pm and no sign of that green car. My stomach was grumbling, and I was regretting not eating breakfast that morning.
4:30 pm and we were still waiting. I didn't have my phone, so I couldn't call anybody.
4:45 pm and still no sign of my mom. My eyes started tearing up, and it was getting harder to breathe as thoughts of my mom forgetting us, or her getting in an accident, flew around in my head. I was so close to letting my tears fall, but I didn't want to worry my brother. I couldn't scare him, so I pulled myself together, took a deep breath and waited.
It was 5:15 pm when my auntie finally came to pick us up. When we asked where my mom was all she said was, "No se preocupen. Su mama esta en su casa." Don't worry your mom's at your house. Yet three days passed and we still had no idea where my mom was.