Have You Seen My Mother?

S he’s gone again. “Have you seen my mother?” I ask an acquaintance on the street outside my mother’s apartment. “I knocked on her apartment door for a while but there was no answer.”

“Maybe she’s sleeping?”

“I called her on the phone several times but there was no answer” I say.

I head to the shopping center my mother frequents and pace frantically back and forth. “Have you seen my mom?” I ask anyone who passes by. “Anyone seen my mother?”

“What does she look like?” a passerby asks.