A young man was busy struggling with his cellphone in his right hand.
Every now and then, the young man was upset, discovering that his beloved sister had never picked up his phone.
"Where is she? Why can't he be reached?" The young monologue, while stepping his feet back and forth, could not stay where he was.
The young man took a deep breath as he closed his eyes, hoping he could relieve the anxiety that was increasingly rushing into his heart.
BRUGH!
He could not control his anxiety and vent it on the table in front of him.
"Where are you? Are you all right? Why don't you pick up your brother's phone? Mom and dad are worried about you," Jacob said in an automated voicemail.
Jacob scratched his itchless head.
"Ugh ... why don't you try to ask Mr. Mike for help? Who knows, he can find Clara like that time," Jacob said, trying to calm himself.
