Derek sat on the edge of his bed, the weight of despair heavy on his chest. It had been a week since his daughter, Amber, had vanished without a trace. The vibrant laughter that usually filled their home had been replaced by an unbearable silence. He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, and every minute stretched into an eternity filled with fear and anxiety. The police were doing their best, but as each day passed without new leads, Derek felt hope slipping away.
At the police station, the officer had assured him, “As soon as we know something, we will inform you immediately.” But Derek couldn’t shake the feeling that time was running out. With each tick of the clock, his dread deepened. The posters with Amber’s smiling face hung on the walls of the station, and he wondered if they were just reminders of his helplessness.
That evening, as Derek drove home, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more desperate than the last. The streets felt darker than usual, and shadows loomed larger, each one a reminder of his daughter’s absence. Just when he thought he couldn’t bear the weight of his despair any longer, something caught his eye.
A homeless woman sat on the sidewalk, shivering in the chill of the evening, clutching a worn backpack that seemed eerily familiar. Derek’s heart raced as he pulled over. He approached her cautiously, the hope flickering within him like a candle in the wind. “Excuse me, where did you get that backpack?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
The woman looked up, her eyes weary but sharp. “Found it at the bus station; some teenage girl left it behind,” she replied, her voice gravelly. Derek’s pulse quickened. He reached for the bag, his hands trembling as he unzipped it. Inside, he found a folded piece of paper. His heart leaped as he opened it to reveal an address labeled “Hostess Family.”
Without a second thought, he jumped back into his car and drove to the address, his mind racing with possibilities. Was it a clue? Had Amber been there? He clung to the hope that this could lead him to her.
Upon arrival, a woman answered the door, her expression puzzled. “I’m sorry, but I’ve never heard of Amber,” she said, shaking her head. Derek felt his heart sink. The glimmer of hope dimmed, and he fought back tears of frustration. With a heavy heart, he decided to return home, each mile a reminder of his lost daughter.
As he drove, his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure through the window of a café. It was Miranda, his ex-wife, sitting alone at a table. A knot of suspicion twisted in his stomach. Could Amber have come to see her? Driven by desperation, Derek parked and approached her.
“Miranda,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Have you seen Amber? She’s missing!”
Initially, Miranda shook her head, her expression guarded. “I don’t know anything, Derek.” But as Derek rifled through his memories of Amber’s belongings, he pulled out her inhaler from his pocket. It was a small item, but it felt like a lifeline. “I found this in your bag,” he said, holding it up. “What does this mean?”
The moment hung in the air, thick with tension. Miranda’s facade crumbled. “Okay, okay,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “She came to see me. But I thought she’d just want to talk. I didn’t know she’d run away.”
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the café doorway. Amber! She had overheard their conversation. Panic washed over her face, and she turned to flee. “Amber!” Derek shouted, his heart racing as he chased after her.
He found her a few blocks away, sobbing on a bench, her small frame shaking with emotion. “Amber!” he called out, desperation in his voice. She looked up, her tear-streaked face breaking his heart. Derek sat beside her, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on them both. “I’m so sorry, Dad. I didn’t mean to worry you,” she cried, her voice choked with remorse.
Derek wrapped his arms around her tightly, relief flooding through him. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You just wanted to meet your mom, didn’t you? But you scared me. I thought I’d lost you.”
Amber nodded, wiping her tears. “I just wanted to know her, Dad. I didn’t think…”
“I know, honey. But you’re grounded for two weeks,” he added, trying to lighten the mood with a playful tone.
A small smile broke through her tears, and Derek felt the tension in his heart ease. “Okay,” she said, sniffling but grateful to be back in his embrace.
As they sat there on that bench, the world around them faded into the background. In that moment, Derek realized that while the journey had been fraught with fear and uncertainty, they had found their way back to each other. They were a family, and no matter what challenges lay ahead, love would always guide them home.
‘He just has a giant brain,’ Paris Hilton reacted strongly to internet comments about her son’s head
Paris Hilton and husband Carter Reum welcomed their first child together, Phoenix Barron, through a surrogate.
As expected, the reality TV star turned entrepreneur was over the moon to become a mother of a healthy baby boy.
And, as any mother out there, Hilton has been eager to share a photo of her no 9-month-old baby on the social media. On October 19, she posted a cute image of herself and her son with the caption, “My precious angel baby Phoenix’s first time in NYC.”
Sadly, however, people can be cruel at times and they don’t seem to spare anyone from criticism, especially celebrities.
Out of nowhere, the comment section under her post was filled with cruel words mocking the baby. Many of the remarks were focused on the toddler’s head size.
“You need to have your baby evaluated by a pediatric neurosurgeon, he has a pretty large fontanelle (soft spot) and macrocrania, he would likely need a MRI or US to rule out blockage of spinal fluid in his brain to be on the safe side,” one person wrote.
Added another: “Does he have encephalitis? Like what is actually going on I’m not trying to be rude that doesn’t seem normal.”
The comments Hilton received about the looks of her son were beyond cruel, and she decided to stand up for him.
On X, Hilton wrote, “Living life in the spotlight, comments are inevitable, but targeting my child, or anyone else’s for that matter, is unacceptable.
“This hurts my heart more deeply than words can describe,” the television personality said.
“I’ve worked hard to cultivate an environment that is all about love, respect, and acceptance, and I expect the same in return,” she continued.
“If I don’t post my baby, people assume I’m not a great mother, and if I do post him, there are some people who are cruel and hateful. I’m a proud working mom, and my baby is perfectly healthy, adorable and angelic.”
She ended the post by saying that she hopes that “people can treat one another with more kindness and empathy.”
Triggered by another mean comment on TikTok, Hilton explained, “There are some sick people in this world. My angel is perfectly healthy. And yes, of course, he has been to a doctor; he just has a large brain.”
Speaking to People, Hilton shared that she gets help from her family and loved ones in raising Phoenix Barron. “[My parents] are just so obsessed with him,” Hilton said. “I’m always calling my mom and my sister [Nicky Hilton] for advice, and I’m really lucky that I’m so close with my family, so I have such a big support group.”
We are so very sorry Hilton and her husband faced such negativity from people who don’t even know them.
No child, or any person in general, should ever be a subject of mocking and harassment.
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