Woman’s One Day Away Becomes a Mother’s Worst Fear After a Call from School — Story of the Day

She flipped the toast out of the toaster, only to see that it was burnt. “Ugh!” she muttered, tossing it aside. Without slowing down, she cracked eggs into the pan, but in her hurry, they burned just like the toast.

Suddenly, her alarm blared again, making her jump. “Oh, come on!” she cried, and in the confusion, she knocked over her cup of coffee.

The hot liquid splashed onto her arm, stinging her skin. “Damn it!” she yelped, grabbing a towel to wipe off the mess.

With no time to waste, she rushed to Missy’s room. She sat on the edge of the bed, gently shaking her daughter awake. “Missy, honey, it’s time to get up,” she said softly. Missy groaned, rolling over and pulling the blanket over her head.

Mary lifted the still half-asleep Missy and carried her to the bathroom. As she helped Missy wash her face and brush her teeth, she glanced at herself in the mirror. Her hair was wild, her pajamas were wrinkled, and a big coffee stain covered her shirt.

She carried Missy down the hall, heading toward the bedroom. She pushed the door open with her foot and saw George sprawled out on the bed, snoring softly.

“George, I’m running late. Missy’s going to be late for school. Can you help me, please?” Her voice was almost pleading.

George grunted and rolled to his side, burying his face in the pillow. “Five more minutes,” he mumbled.

Mary sighed and hurried back downstairs, Missy clinging to her. She set Missy down at the table, grabbed a box of cereal, and poured it into a bowl, adding milk.

“I don’t want this!” Missy whined, pushing the bowl away.

Mary took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

“Pancakes!”

Mary glanced at the time. She was almost out of it. “George!” she shouted toward the stairs. “I really need your help! Get Missy dressed!”

Silence. Not a single sound came from George.

Gritting her teeth, Mary grabbed the pancake mix and began braiding Missy’s hair as the batter sizzled in the pan.

George finally strolled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. His gaze landed on the stove. “Oh! Pancakes!” he said with a smile, sitting at the table. Without a care in the world, he grabbed a fork and began eating.

Mary glanced at him, her hands busy packing Missy’s lunch. Her shoulders ached from rushing around all morning, but she kept quiet.

“Did you forget to grab my morning paper?” George asked between bites.

Something inside Mary snapped. The words hit her like a slap. “Your paper?!” she yelled. “Why don’t you get it yourself? I’ve been running around like a maniac this morning getting Missy ready for school! I asked you to help! You didn’t even try!”

George blinked, looking confused. “But I work, and you’re a stay-at-home mom…”

Mary cut him off. “You’re on vacation!” she screamed. “You know what? I’ve had enough! I’m taking the day off. You’re dropping Missy off and picking her up from school. You’re watching her all day. I need a break!”

George scratched his head, frowning. “I thought she still went to kindergarten.”

“Aaagh!” Mary shouted, storming out of the kitchen. She raced upstairs to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it behind her.

Mary stood in the bathroom, listening to the faint sound of George and Missy leaving. The front door clicked shut, and for a moment, there was silence.

She let out a long breath. Slowly, she turned on the shower, letting the hot water wash over her. It felt good, soothing her frayed nerves.

Afterward, she got dressed in comfortable clothes, grabbed a small bag, and packed a few essentials—her wallet, a book, and some snacks.

She walked out of the house, locking the door behind her. Climbing into the car, she started the engine and drove toward the ocean, craving a peaceful escape.

Mary stretched out on the warm sand, feeling the sun on her skin. The sound of the waves calmed her, washing away the morning’s stress. She swam in the cool water, floated on her back, and felt a rare sense of peace. For once, she left her phone buried in her bag.

After a while, she sat up and reached for her phone, thinking it was time to check in. As she turned on the screen, her heart skipped a beat. There were over ten missed calls from the school. Something was wrong.

Mary’s hands shook as she dialed the school’s number. When someone finally answered, she could barely keep her voice steady.

“Hello? You called? Is something wrong?” Mary asked, her voice trembling.

“Yes, Mrs. Johnson,” replied an elderly woman on the other end. “Missy has gone missing. She went outside during recess and didn’t come back.”

Mary’s stomach dropped. “What do you mean? How could she not return?” she almost shouted, her fear rising.

“We tried reaching you and your husband, but we couldn’t get through.”

Mary felt like the world was spinning. “How could you let this happen?!” she screamed.

“Please, Mrs. Johnson, calm down,” the woman said gently. “We’re doing everything we can to find her.”

“How can you say that?!” Mary yelled. “You don’t know what’s happened to her!” Her voice cracked as she spoke. Without waiting for a reply, she hung up, her hands shaking uncontrollably.

She dialed George’s number, throwing clothes into her bag. When he answered, she didn’t waste a second.

“Where are you?!” she screamed into the phone, her voice filled with panic.

“I’m with the police,” George replied. “I’m giving them information about Missy.”

Mary froze for a moment, trying to calm her racing heart. For once, George was stepping up, actually doing something for their daughter.

“But I was told the school couldn’t reach you,” Mary said.

“Yeah… I was at the bar with a colleague, but I saw the missed calls and called them back right away,” George replied, sounding guilty.

“All right,” she managed to say, her voice steadier now. “I’m on my way.” She hung up, grabbed her keys, and rushed to the car.

She jumped into the car, her hands trembling as she fumbled with the keys. The engine roared to life, and she sped out of the parking lot. Her heart pounded in her chest as she weaved through traffic, ignoring the honks and angry shouts from other drivers.

She gripped the wheel so hard her knuckles turned white. Tears blurred her vision, but she blinked them away, focusing on the road ahead.

Finally, she skidded to a stop in front of the school. Barely shutting the car door, she rushed inside. The teachers and staff crowded around her, their faces filled with worry.

“Missy didn’t come back to class after recess,” one of them explained. “We’ve been searching everywhere.”

Mary didn’t wait to hear more. She darted down the hallways, calling out Missy’s name. She checked every bathroom, looked under tables in classrooms, peeked behind doors, her desperation growing with each step.

“Missy! Where are you?” she cried. She started to feel dizzy, her breaths coming in short gasps. Her mind screamed, This is my fault! I should have never left her with George!

Mary sat on the school steps, burying her face in her hands. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her body shook with quiet sobs. She felt helpless. Missy was still missing, and she didn’t know what to do.

Suddenly, her phone rang. She jumped, quickly wiping her eyes. It was George. Her hands trembled as she answered.

“What… what’s the police saying?” she stammered, her voice breaking.

“I found her,” George said, his voice steady.

Mary froze. “You… you found her?” she whispered, hardly believing it.

“Yes, we’re at the park. Come here now,” George replied.

Mary leaped up and sprinted to the park, her heart pounding. When she spotted George and Missy sitting on a bench, relief flooded over her. She ran toward them, dropping to her knees as she wrapped her arms around Missy. Tears spilled down her face, soaking Missy’s hair.

“Sweetie, what happened?” Mary asked, holding Missy close.

Missy looked up, her eyes wide. “Dad said we’d go for a walk later. I got tired at school, so I came to the park,” she said, her voice small.

Mary turned to George, shooting him a furious glance. He shifted his gaze to the ground, guilt written all over his face.

“Sweetheart, you can’t just leave school like that,” Mary said, her voice trembling. “We were so scared. We didn’t know where you were.”

Missy frowned. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again,” she said. “I just wanted to walk with Dad.”

Mary sighed, feeling the weight of her daughter’s words. She squeezed Missy’s hand. “All right, let’s go home,” she whispered.

On the drive home, the car was quiet. Missy had fallen asleep in the backseat, her head resting against the window. Mary gripped the steering wheel, her mind racing.