I was 9 on 0ctober 4, 2019,home alone, worrying about my father. My father was supposed to come home at 5:30 pm it was now 9:23 pm. I called his phone but never got through. I decided to call the office where he worked instead. After about 3 rings a male voice answered, I thought it was my father for a second." Hello?" I said my voice shaky." Is Holland Sinclair at the office right now?" I said. The male answered "No, Everyone already left, may I ask who I'm speaking with?" "This is Hilton Sinclair, Holland Sinclair's daughter, he hasn't reached home as yet, and I'm very worried." Have you tried calling him?" the male voice asked."yes I've tried lots of times since evening." he said there was nothing he could do but recommend I call the police, so I did.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦,*Sunday October 5,2019*

8:42am

After hours of searching, The police pronounced my father missing. I had no one to take care of me, so I had to move in with my Aunt Mabel who was on the other side of town. I packed my things and took all the photos of Dad and I with me and the officer helped me take the bus to her house. When I arrived in the afternoon,she welcomed me with an open heart and gave me something to eat instantly. She had 2 children, a 16-year-old girl whose name was Amanda and a 9-year-old boy whose name was Martin. She also had a husband, Uncle Mike who worked as a primary school teacher.

After I ate, Amanda showed me around the house.I would be sleeping in her room which was not far from the bathroom.She was a very nice girl,yet I didn't feel any better, my eyes were blank, my expression cold,who would blame me? My father was missing and now I had to start all over again with people who I barely know.Uncle Mike left for work not too long before I arrived.I just sat down in the bedroom which was filled was decorations and posters thinking about where my father could be and what happened to him and why he was missing and if someone kidnapped him.

Later that day at exactly 7:00pm it was news time.I wasn't paying attention to the news and was just picking at my dinner not in the mood to eat.Uncle Mike was watching, clearly invested in it.There was one part of the news that said "Man went missing after coming home from work clues point to him being kidnapped".My head snapped to the TV,and everyone went quiet.The lady said "His name is Holland Sinclair he works at the Gordon star company as an office worker,as we've been informed if you find this man please report to the police immediately".My eyes teared up as I began to sob.Martin being the same age as me at the time looked at me with pure sincerity and worry so did everyone in the room as the began to console me.