I guess it's officially that time of year again.  Mom went missing this morning.  I know she'll be found, she always is, but... I hate it each and every time it happens.  Dad's beside himself with worry, taking off work to look for her constantly, and not taking care of himself or anything else.  I do my best to just concentrate on schoolwork, even when all I want to do is help him find her and bring her home safe.  And... Tim comes home to help.  Which means that staying at home this weekend will be interesting.  

I just hope she's found quickly this time and that she's alright.

And... do I tell him about this?