November 13, 1983
Does time matter? Will looking at the clock changed? Changed what? To her life came to a stop. To an abysm that went on to another abysm.
She had had hope for a while, but then that had died one day. Hope for her son to return, for things to be the same.
For her son to show up, for him to be at his room. Watching The Muppets on t.v. like they used to do.
But now the apartment was empty,
Again, again, again, many, many, many times opening the door to the apartment expecting to hear her son's voice. Silence is what she heard.
Days, days, days, days, that went on, and her son was still missing.
And now there was no hope. She had gone every day to the police station to ask, ask, ask, that nice policeman about her son, he was the only hope. But now that policeman had killed her hope....
His words came back, over, over, over, her thoughts....
"I am sorry, the case is closed....."