I was Kidnapped By Gangsters, But My Mother Didn’t Save Me

On the day a thug threw acid on my face, my mom was at my cousin's coming-of-age ceremony.

Ironically, it was also my birthday.

Dying, I sent my mom a desperate voice message for help. She shot back a text: [Stop playing these games for attention. You don't fool me.]

That same night, Mom got called into work to handle a case involving a woman's body.

The body was beyond recognition, and her limbs were mutilated.

For three straight days and nights, Mom pieced together that the victim had suffered unspeakable abuse and died in utter despair.

She cursed the killer's cruelty.