My mother is missing.

It's been a month since I last saw my mother but nobody is looking for her. She works for Doctors Without Borders so a part of me has always been afraid this would happen. She often has to travel to dangerous regions. She spends so much time in the middle of a war zone or the aftermath of a natural disaster. Each time I worry it'll be the last time I see her but she always returns.

Her last trip was no different. She came back safely like always. She had been home for a week and wasn't supposed to leave again for another three months. So I never thought my worst fear would come true when she just went to the grocery store.

She asked me if I needed anything from the store. I said no, she said she'd be back in an hour or so. That was the last conversation I had with her.

The next day me and my father went to the police station to report her missing. My father was nearly having a nervous breakdown. Even more so when they told us they'd have to wait until she had been missing for 48 hours. They said most people come back home in less than 48 hours, so we shouldn't worry. But that wasn't much of a comfort to be honest.

Especially when that didn't happen.

A week after they started their search the police knocked on our front door. My father rushed to the door, hoping they had found her. Instead they just arrested him and dragged him off. They said he was being accused for murdering my mother. When I heard that I felt my legs turn to pudding and almost collapsed. At this point I was fearing the worst so I asked them if she was dead, if they found her body. They didn't respond. They just grabbed my father and left.

Later I found out they had not found a body. They don't even know if she's dead or not. They just assume that's the case and that eventually my father will tell them where he left her. So they just stopped looking for her. They don't even care.

Everything about this situation is messed up. If things go on like this I'll lose both my parents. I can't let that happen. I need to find my mother before it's too late. I'm fully aware how dangerous it could be, especially for someone like me. However, someone has to do it and nobody else seems to care.

Almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm nineteen years old and my pronouns are she/her/hers. I won't use my real name here but you can call me Leaf. I'll try to keep this blog updated as much as possible.