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Kidnap.

I am here waiting for my son to come home from his friend’s birthday party.

It’s 10:05 now, he said he will be home at 10. Exactly 10. It’s been 15 mins since he is supposed to be back.

30 minutes has passed.

It’s now 11, and he is not picking up his phone. Did it run out of battery? Or the signal there is poor?

I called his friend at home and he said my son left around 9:35, just to make sure he will be home on time so I wouldn’t worry. What should I do? Think positive, I told myself. He might just lost on his way home. Or…Or… I could no longer think positively. Did he got into a car accident? Or is he kidnapped by the Farc…

What would you do if the police called you in to tell you that they have found your son’s car on the middle of the road with evidence showing that he must be kidnapped. Would you be able to deal with the fear and mixed feelings knowing that your son might not be alive? If I was the mother, I don’t think I will be able to deal with all of this. I can’t even bear losing a friend, how am I suppose to bear the fear if my “son” is kidnapped?  Why do they want my son anyways? Or do they just want money? What if they won’t give my “son” back even if I payed the ransom? One thing I can be sure is that thousands and millions of questions would be flowing in my mind. If you ask me how long it would take to let me forgive them, I would say never. Even though, I have read many articles about the victims relative willing to help and forgive the kidnappers because of their circumstances. But, the pain of loosing someone you love is forever, they will not come back to live with you again like nothing has ever happened. Kidnapping is like giving someone a death penalty but not knowing when or where. You worry about them, but you know that they will never come back again.

Article.  The intro is a totally fiction story.