Matt/loss/mom

It's a dark winter evening. You're a little boy, fatherless, and have only your mother, who's trying to feed you alone. It's hard for her. You're already five years old, you understand a lot—and you understand that your mother is busy with you and needs to rest. So you never disturb her.

And so, one such winter evening, it was snowing and it was dark outside. You approached your mother and said:

• Mom, are you going to work?

• Yes, baby, I'm going to work, I'll be late, so go to bed.

You nodded obediently, hugged her goodbye, and went to bed. Two days passed, and still no sign of Mom. What will you do? Go look for her?