The next morning, Tania woke up clutching her stomach, looking unwell, she probably caught a cold the night before. Tania said, "Mommy, my tummy hurts."
Sherry, who was doing her makeup, didn't even raise her head and casually said, "Just lie down and rest, sleep it off. Mom has to go run some errands. Be good and wait for me at home."
Tania gazed at Sherry with admiration and hope, saying, "Mommy, will you come back to spend Children's Day with me?"
"Yes! I'll be back before it gets dark!" Sherry hurried out, she was talking to Colin on the phone as she closed the door.
On the surveillance footage, Tania slept for a while before waking up and clutching her stomach, curling up on the bed and groaning, "Mommy, my tummy hurts so much ..."
She was in so much pain that she couldn't straighten her back. She crawled to the door, but it had been locked from the outside by Sherry. For an entire day, my daughter Tania was sick, without food or water.
As the sky outside grew darker, she repeatedly went to the window, looking and hoping. Sherry still hadn't returned and Tania, afraid she wasn't looking far enough, brought a stool and leaned half of her body out of the window.